“None,” she said quietly.
I was sure I’d misheard her. Despite her promise to Lucien that she would remain a virgin until marriage, I’d assumed that four years at college had made her backtrack. She did have a decidedly rebellious streak.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. I’d never been a jealous man, or particularly possessive of any of the women I’d slept with, but there was something about Sienna. Whatever it was, it opened up a dark part of me. A part that leveled murderous rage toward anyone who had dared to touch her body.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I haven’t slept with anyone,” she said. “I had a boyfriend in college, but I didn’t have sex with him. I’m not a liar, I promised Lucien—I made a deal with him—that I wouldn’t so I didn’t.”
“Really?” I couldn’t keep the word from escaping.
“Why?” She swung her gaze around on me. “Does that excite you? You mafia men are all the same. It’s gross.”
I worked my jaw. “I don’t care about your virginity, but I do care if someone else touched you. You’re going to be my wife and you belong to me.”
“By that logic, you’ll belong to me too.”
“Do you want me?”
“No.”
“Sounds like you got a raw deal then.”
Her mouth twitched, but I wasn’t sure if it was from irritation or amusement. She shifted in her seat and stretched her legs out before her. My palm itched and, without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on her thigh. She was mine after all, I had every right to treat her like my wife.
She started and her eyes fell, but she didn’t move her leg away. Instead, she reached down and touched the back of my hand, tracing her fingertip along the vein running up to my knuckle. I glanced at her and her breasts heaved, her mouth parted as she looked down at my hand on her naked thigh.
“You want me,” I said simply.
“No, I don’t.” She jerked her hand back.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Sienna. There’s nothing wrong with feeling desire, it’s natural and human. Don’t be ashamed of it.”
There was a long silence.
“Fine, I do want you sometimes,” she said, almost wrathfully.
I slid my hand up her side, curling it around the nape of her neck. Holding her steady. A low whimper burst from her lips and she shifted her hips, grinding a little against the seat. Fuck, that was all it took to get me painfully hard.
Still holding her, I pulled up to the curb in front of the courthouse and put the car in park. Then I turned to her, pulling her close until her face was inches from mine. She tensed, biting her lower lip, and her dark eyes fixed on me, glassy and beautiful.
“Then let me taste you,” I breathed.
She bit her lip. “Are you always this used to getting what you want?”
“Normally, yes.”
Her eyes fell to my mouth. I’d kissed dozens of women before, but for some reason, my heart pounded like it was my first time. There was even sweat making its way down the back of my neck. Her fingers clenched around the collar of my shirt, pulling me even closer, until our mouths grazed. Electricity sparked, running through our bodies and prickling my scalp.
“Then you’d better marry me first if you want me like that,” she whispered.
She pulled back and jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Cursing under my breath, I adjusted myself to conceal my erection, and stepped out onto the curb.
Sienna was leaning on the hood of the car, looking incredibly pleased with herself. All smug, like a cat. I reached out, clicking my fingers, and she rolled her eyes, but she took my hand. As I helped her through the large front doors of the courthouse, I swatted her across the backside to remind her who was in charge.
“Hey!” she snapped. “Don’t do that.”
I pulled her against me for a second, pressing my lips into the bend of her neck. “Be a good girl and I won’t do it again.”