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I turn around and walk away. “It’s not like they haven’t already seen it and worse.”
I keep going, ignoring him cursing behind me as I enter the bedroom and go straight through to the bathroom. I lock the door and turn on the shower. It doesn’t take long for the water to get hot, the steam quickly filling the bathroom as I step into the shower.
I hear yelling coming from the bedroom, but I ignore it, scrubbing myself and rinsing off the suds. Pounding on the door starts, but still, I ignore it. Vice can go fuck himself. If he doesn’t let me calm down, I’m going to kill him.
I jump when the sound of wood splintering rips through the room, and I watch as Vice kicks the door in. He storms into the bathroom, his anger sucking out all the oxygen.
He yanks the shower door open and steps in, fully clothed. I turn my back on him, not wanting to look at him, and he pushes me up against the wall. I protest, but it’s his turn to ignore me. I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered seconds before I feel his dick against my ass. I tense, even though I know he can’t fuck me at this angle. I’m too short.
Famous last words.
He lifts me and impales me on his cock. I scream at the intrusion, in no way ready to take him, but he doesn’t give a shit.
I brace myself against the wall as he grabs my hips and lifts me up and down on his cock, like I was nothing more than a toy to get him off. And right now, I am. This is a punishment fuck for showing him up in front of his men. He’s reminding me of my place, but it’s unnecessary. I figured that out whenhe played that stupid fucking video to a bunch of men I had spent years trying to earn respect from.
Being a female bodyguard is hard. Being one in the Cosa Nostra is unheard of. I had to work harder than everyone else and hold myself to a strict set of rules so they would see me as more than just a hole for fucking. And Vice fucking Moretti just blew that all to hell in seconds.
Chapter 32
Vice
Icome inside her, feeling her start to pulse around me.
I yank myself free and lower her back to her feet, refusing to let her come until she listens to me. But I underestimated my wife.
She merely steps back under the shower head and washes off the cum dripping from her pussy. Once she’s done, she moves around me and climbs out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Then she leaves the bathroom.
“God dammit.” I punch the tiles, feeling my knuckles split. I strip and quickly clean myself up and dry myself off before heading out to find her. She’s not in the bedroom, but I never expected her to be. I yank on a pair of sweats and search the house for her.
Eventually, I find her in the small room at the far end of the house that I told her she could use for her crafting, whatever the fuck that is, when she asked. There are boxes stacked in thecorner, undisturbed. They were the only ones she asked Turner to leave alone, wanting to set everything up herself.
Her desk sits against the far wall, ready for her. But right now, she’s curled up in an oversized armchair she has arranged under the window. A throw covers her from shoulders to feet, and her breathing is deep and steady.
I contemplate leaving her there, but I refuse to let her sleep alone. Sliding my arms under her, I lift her and tuck her against my chest, realizing she is still only wearing a towel. With a sigh, I carry her back to our room and lay her on the bed. I consider lying down beside her, but I need to talk to the guys first. Instead, I unravel the towel from her body and tug it free. I press my lips against the tattoo of my name and pull the comforter up over her.
When I make it downstairs, my guys, minus MacGyver, and Nixon, are gathered around the large dining table with glasses of scotch. Isaac sees me first and pours me a glass before sliding it over. “Mac and Nixon are making sure Aldo returned home.”
I nod, pressing the glass to my lips. I toss it back, enjoying the burn, even though scotch isn’t my usual drink of choice.
“How is she?” Miles questions.
“She’s asleep.”
He nods, tipping back his drink.
“You think we’ll get backlash from tonight?” Veck asks, changing the subject.
“A smart man would fallback and devise a plan.”
“But Aldo isn’t known for being smart.” Conner sighs.
“And it’s not just you he’s pissed at. He’ll be gunning for Nova as much as he is for you. I hate saying this after everything that just went down, but maybe you should feign indifference where Nova is concerned. In public, that is. A man like Aldowouldn’t have picked up the vibes like the rest of us. He’ll think this is an arrangement like his marriage to Gia. Nothing more, nothing less. But if he finds out what we know, he will do anything he can to use her against you,” Isaac warns.
“And what do you know that Aldo doesn’t?”
“That you love your wife.”
I jolt at that. I don’t love Nova. I want to fuck her, yes. Own her, possess every inch of her, consume her until?—
