Maybe it was a pride thing. I had to tell myself it was. Mixing business with pleasure and staking the family’s legacy on something as frivolous as my feelings for her was unacceptable.
Bradley had shaken my hand tonight and smiled while on the arm of the woman he’d heard me call my fiancé a week before.
I didn’t care what she’d told him, in another life, I would have shot him just for that. Had I been like my father or anyone else in the mob, he would’ve been dead already.
I still wanted him dead even after I’d had her.
His lips had been on hers and he’d dragged his hands across her hips.
It didn’t matter that he’d stopped, it didn’t matter that she’d called my name out after getting herself off.
Lost in something that wasn’t even jealousy at this point, I took her pleasure the way I wanted it.
Reason wasn’t present in that room with her. She’d called me by my full name. Sebastian Armanelli, head of the mob. The last name that signified violence and danger. In that moment, the name fit me perfectly.
Fuck.
She shoved me away once we’d finished. I let her go. I couldn’t be held accountable for anything I did at this point in the night.
She breezed by me, her blue dress flapping with how fast she left the room.
I pounded the wall with a fist.
“What are you doing?” I whispered and then spun around, pacing back and forth.
We weren’t even a month into this arrangement.
I needed to marry her. Lock it down. Get this shit straight and stop indulging. She trusted me enough already to sell those shares and she’d be an Untouchable. It could be complicated but if we kept ourselves in line, it could be clean. This company didn’t need feelings involved. She needed to trust me without my cock in her.
I called my brother. “I’m marrying her tomorrow. If the papers aren’t ready, prepare them.”
“Tomorrow? I thought we had another–”
I hung up on him, then called my lawyer and told him to get the courthouse ready tomorrow too.
I was done tiptoeing.
I stalked back into the ballroom. She stood at a small table on her own, looking over the dance floor.
A man approached her and my temper flared again when she smiled.
Morina didn’t seem to understand that we were bound now in a way she would never be able to shake for as long as she lived.
My Untouchable.
Her sapphire eyes locked onto mine as I stalked closer. I didn’t wait for an introduction. Instead, I took her fingers in mine and ran my hand over the box in my pocket.
Leaning down to her ear, I saw the bite mark I’d left. My cock stirred. I whispered in her ear, “smile,ragazza.”
Then I got down on one knee.
I spoke in Italian to her. I told her she was as beautiful as the sea, that I would never really be able to have her like I wanted because who could bottle the beauty of the ocean.
She wouldn’t understand, nor would anyone else.
I opened the box and in dark velvet sat her ring. At the center sat a princess cut diamond but the surrounding stones were crystals. “Rose quartz, howlite, and some other stuff I’m not sure of at this point,ragazza. Same as your crystals and beads.”
I told myself I went through the trouble so that she’d be comfortable wearing it for the remaining months.