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She opened her mouth to object then shook her head before running the cloth under water. As she started to wash the area, I drank in her perfume, nuzzling against her neck.
“You need to be a good boy so I can do my work.”
“I already told you that I’m not a good boy at all and have no intentions of being one anytime soon.”
“Then I’ll repeat what I said. You’re going to get yourself killed and if you do, you’ll never hear the end of it from me. I’ll make your afterlife miserable.”
“I have no doubt you will.”
Her brow furrowed, her nose wrinkling as she studied the wound after cleaning it thoroughly. “It needs stitches.”
“Then you need to take care of it.”
As she glared at me, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here.
“I’ll get you back for this.”
At least she’d kept some of her sense of humor. As she prepared to suture the wound, I thought about how I wanted to handle the situation. Killing Dante’s men would only further infuriate him as well as allow him to know for certain someone had the prize he was looking for. What I had going for me was an element of surprise.
“I really don’t want to do this.” She grimaced as she studied the wound again.
“You’re the only one who can.”
After shaking her head, she took a deep breath and began, a few seconds later humming as I’d heard her do before.
“I’ll have new canvases purchased for you.”
She barely acknowledged my statement. “That’s very nice of you.”
“You’re extremely talented.”
“You can’t say that after seeing a single painting.”
“I think I can. When this is over, that’s all you need to spend your time doing. I have a few connections in LA in the world of art. I’m certain I can get you a showing.”
Madisen lifted her gaze. “Are you asking me to stay?”
“I’m not asking. I’m telling you that you are.”
The warm flush that crept along her jaw was endearing, my lust increasing. I wanted to rub my fingers over every inch of her naked body, enjoying the moment her eyes glowed when I thrust my cock deep inside.
When I reached out, brushing my hand down her face, she stopped what she was doing, glaring at me.
“Stop or I’m going to hurt you.”
I grinned and she scowled at me, muttering under her breath. “But you like it.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“It seems like you’re getting to know me better.”
After she finished, she took another deep breath before grabbing some gauze. “Let me guess. You don’t want the wound dressed either.”
“Not necessary.”
Obviously furious with me, she grabbed the soiled rags, stalking toward the hamper. “What’s going to happen from here?”
“Now, my men will go hunting.”
