“I’m going to clean up.”
“Don’t wash me off.” I run my finger down the wood door. I want my smell branded into her skin. Then maybe I’ll start to calm the fuck down.
“You’re like an animal!”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “I’m going to fuck you like one as soon as you’re ready.”
“Fenton!” She smacks the door.
It’s cute. Almost as cute as her perfect little pussy. Which reminds me… “You’re right.”
“What?” Some of the irritation fades from her tone.
“You were right about me making a crude joke about you. It wasn’t my best moment. I didn’t realize—well, I only had a feeling…”
“A feeling?” Feelings. This is new to me. It's something I've never had to deal with before when it came to a woman. She knocked me on my ass from the start. I was beyond crude because I didn’t understand what the hell was going on inside of me.
“About you.” I press my palm to the door. “I apologize for what I said. Like I said, I had thisfeelingabout you, but I didn’t realize you would be my bride.” I don’t want anyone ever thinking about her pussy. If she is shaved or bare is only for my knowledge. I’ll murder anyone else who might want to know. A possessiveness roars through my veins. The wordminechants over and over in my mind with each beat of my heart.
I hear something thunk. “You okay?” I eye the door, thinking about breaking it down again, but I worry she’s too close to it and I might hurt her in the process.
“Did you just say bride?” Her voice is close now; she must’ve plunked her forehead against the door.
“Yes.” I thought I made this clear when I took her virginity. She’s it for me. I’m all hers. When you know, you fucking know.
“Like, as in you want tomarryme?”
“As in we are going to get married, yes.”
She lets out a huff. “You’re insane.”
“Am I?” I smirk and twist the door handle. “Let me in.” I’m starting to grow anxious. I’m like a junkie, and she’s my fix. The more time I’m with her, the more I know she’s mine.
“I need to think.”
“You’ll think better in the shower while I wash your body.”
“There’s no way I can think when you’re touching me. Naked. With water. And bubbles. Nope.”
“Sole, I won’t ask you again.” I tap on the wood. “Open this door. If I have to break it down, I’m going to spank you.”
She gasps. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“I’d dare quite a bit for you, Mariana.” A sizzle of desire pumps through me at the thought of spanking her round ass.
“No. I need to think. You need to go away. Just go do whatever mafia crap you like to do. I’m not the one. I don’t want this life. I want …”
“What do you want,Sole? Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.” I’d do anything for her. I just need to know what that anything is.
“Ugh!” She smacks the door again.
“Well?” I ask.
She’s silent.
“Sole?”
More silence, then I hear the shower turn on.