“Long enough to know you didn’t like him enough,ragazza.” His nickname for me sliced through the air.
“Did you watch?” My eyes bulged. Did he see me get myself off? I didn’t even consider it. “Where’s your date? You have fun with her?”
I tried to smooth a wrinkle in the silk dress as I waited for his answer.
“Of course I did. She’s good at what she does unlike yours.”
Something pierced my heart, it cut through so quickly I almost didn’t feel it but the bleed out was painful.
“Great,” I whispered and it came out like a deflated balloon. I wasn’t going to stay here and let him gloat. I wanted to get home and I wanted to wash the night off me. He could have all the women he wanted.
I wasn’t doing this marriage for him anyway. I had to remember that.
“I’m going to grab my jacket.” I tried to rush past, but he caught my arm.
“You always gasp my name when you cum,ragazza?” His words whispered over me and my whole body tightened for him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“You heard wrong.” I lifted my chin defiantly. Fuck him and his ego. I’d never moan it again after this. “I don’t moan for a daddy when any hot guy can get me off.”
“Come on, Morina. Don’t lie.” He yanked me back and spun me so my front was pinned against the wood desk and my ass was against his cock. “Want me to show you how it’s really done?”
“You’ve had your fun with someone else tonight.” I gasped as his hand shoved my dress to the side.
His five o’clock shadow rasped against the nape of my neck. “You wanted dates, not me. It was your idea for Elizabeth to be on my arm.”
“You agreed.” I panted out as his hand dragged up my side.
“I didn’t have her, Morina. I wouldn’t when all I wanted was you. Here. In this dress.” He kneaded my thigh. “Instead, I had to watch you kiss another man. Don’t you know I don’t enjoy sharing?”
“Sharing what?” I whispered.
“Anything,” he growled. Gone was the playfulness. His touch was possessive and his gaze held menace as his thumb flicked fast over my panties, brushing my clit. My body was in overdrive, sensitive after my own orgasm but completely ready for him all the same.
“Bastian, this is an arrangement,” I countered, like I suddenly had to defend myself. Something was different in his touch though. The man on the plane who’d smacked my ass and called me his was back. In this low lit room, Sebastian Armanelli, the head of the mob had come out to claim what was his.
We were in uncharted waters that I didn’t know how to read. As he hummed against my neck and ran his hands over my body, I said, “You wanted it to remain professional. This is the best way. Both of us are getting a release somewhere else. I can find other men–”
“You won’t find the right one,ragazza. You know it. So do I. You’re wound tight and can’t find a release with anyone because you’ve finally had me.”
“Bastian, this wasn’t the plan,” I said over my shoulder.
His tongue slid across his teeth like he was shining them before taking a bite of my resolve. “Isn’t it though?”
Then, his head descended onto my neck as he pushed my panties to the side. He bit at my sensitive skin as his finger entered me so fast, I had to catch myself on the desk, bending forward as I moaned, scared I would crumple to the floor.
I was falling, falling headfirst for a man who was perceived as an accommodating businessman but here in this darkened room, he was a boss, claiming his property.
“Someone might come in, Bastian.”
“That’s the point,piccola ragazza. To make it known you’re mine.”
I couldn’t decipher fact from fiction, pretend from reality. Was he doing this for publicity? My mind spun webs of tangled happily ever afters and temporary arranged marriages and got confused.
“I’ll only be your wife for a couple months, Bastian,” I choked out, riding his hands faster, almost there.