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“Go get him, bitch!” Delaney shouts her approval after me.

I’m starting to think this plan may have backfired.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

MATTEO

Ihope Wren doesn’t notice the hole I punched in the wall in my office when Rob sent a video of Wren basically rubbing her tits all up on a piece of shit at the bar. I know she was trying to get back at me for earlier in my office when I told her I caught her in the shower. She accomplished her goal because I fucking lost it. All I could think about in that moment was punching the fucker’s face in.

And then, for her to deny that she’s not mine in front of Cain after I had my fingers buried in her cunt that was dripping for me only minutes before almost sent me over the edge. My tesoro has been a very bad girl.

“Was that really necessary back there?” Wren asks, breaking the tense silence that has settled in the car.

“Was that really necessary?” I repeat, my hand on the top of the steering wheel tightening. My tone sounds scary, even to me.

“God!” She throws her hands up in the air as she slams back into the seat. “Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall!”

“I’m like talking to a brick wall?” I’m really trying to keep control here, but it’s slipping as my voice rises. “Have you met yourself? You’re the most infuriating person I have ever met. God fucking forbid you do one thing that I tell you to do!”

“Newsflash, buddy—you’re not my man or my dad. So you and your bossy fucking attitude can shove it,” Wren hisses out.

“Tell me I’m not your man one more time, Wren,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “I fucking dare you.” My hand darts out and cups her between her thighs. “You feel that heat?” I growl, knowing she’s soaking wet. “I caused that heat. Didn’t I?” I pause, waiting for her confirmation. Her glare tells me she hates me, but her flushed cheeks and rising chest tell a different story. I push my fingers harder into the denim, finding where her clit would be, applying pressure. “Answer me, Wren.”

“Yes,” she rushes out, hips rising up slightly, getting stopped by the seat belt.

“Good girl,” I rumble, not letting up the rest of the ride home.

Throwing the car in park, I turn the engine off. “Get the fuck inside my office. Now.” Wren narrows her eyes at me, opening her mouth to what I can only assume is to throw some attitude, but I cut her off. “Don’t. I’m barely hanging on here, baby. I don’t think you want to make this worse.”

“Make what worse?” she exclaims, eyes wild. “How can this possibly get any worse?”

I let out a scary chuckle. “Get the fuck inside.”

Opening my door, I step out, waiting for Wren to do the same. This woman isn’t leaving my fucking sight for the foreseeable future.

She huffs as she slams her door shut, heading to the front door without a backward glance. I wait a couple of moments before I follow in after her, needing the time to get a lock on it. Part of me is curious about which choice she will make. My office, or will she ignore me and go to the bedroom?

Wren doesn’t even look at my office as she passes, heading straight for the stairs.

Bad girl, tesoro.

A growl works its way out of my chest. Before my mind catches up with my body, I’m already stalking off after her. I catch up with her just as she reaches the top of the stairs. Gripping her waist from behind firmly, I spin her so she’s facing me.

“What the—” Wren gasps out as I squat down, grab her behind the knees, and throw her over my shoulders before heading back down the steps. “Put me down!”

“Keep pounding those fists into my back, tesoro. It only turns me on.”

“You can’t just manhandle me, Matteo!”

“Wrong,” I say, setting her on her feet, spinning her around again so she’s facing the desk before she has the chance to get her bearings, and bending her over my desk. “Do you know why yet?” I ask, laying over her back so my chest is flush with it, grabbing each of her hands in my own, slamming them down on the desk above her, caging her in. I lean in a little bit more until my mouth is centimeters from her ear. “I’ll give you a hint.” I breathe out, freeing up one hand by grabbing both of hers with one of mine. My free hand trails down her body until I’m cupping her hot pussy through her jeans.

“Because it’s yours.” Her whisper is barely audible.

Not good enough, tesoro.

“What was that?” I ask as I pluck open the button on her jeans and slide the zipper down.