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“No, you’re putting clothes in your closet. Hang them back up,” he demands.
“Garrix, I'm not stupid, there are another woman’s things in your closet!” I shout. “Which reminds me, we didn’t even talk about exclusivity, or what this relationship even is. You just decided that I was yours and I went along with it.”
All the doubts I had about this relationship suddenly come to life and sit on my chest. Men are a distraction. I barely know this man and everything is going to blow up in my face.
He takes my jaw in his hands, tilting it up so we look deep into each other’s eyes.
“Kitten, those belong to you. They’re part of the things I bought for you last night. I had them stored here because I planned on moving you in. I wanted them to be a gift to welcome you to your new home.”
I stay silent, because I’m not sure what to say.
“And there are no other women. There will never be another woman for me. Because the only person I want to be with is you.”
He takes my arm and backs me into an armoire against the wall of the closet. He cages me in, and I feel like the poor prey that fell into the predator’s trap.
“You’re mine, and I don’t care if I have to drag you into this kicking and screaming. I’m the only man for you and always will be, Maddalena.”
I twist my arm free and swing around him, so that he’s the one who’s caged in. “I’m in a powerful mafia with enemies everywhere. This stalker is just the beginning. And if you fuck up, my papà and brothers will come after you with a vengeance you’ll never be able to escape.”
“I’ll protect you. Who better than a mercenary with a penchant for destruction. I won’t hurt you, little killer. You’d break my heart first,” he says with finality.
“My life is Nuova Notte. It’s dangerous and sometimes I’ll have to do things that put me directly into the fire. I’m not going to wait at home for you and have dinner on the table like some Betty Sue.”
“I wouldn’t want you any other way. Do you really think I’d be the type of man that lets you have all the fun without me, though? Hopefully, we’ll be painting the streets red and causing mass chaos together.” He smiles at me, and I sigh.
Why do I want to push him away at every turn, but never be without him? How can someone make me feel so alive, while simultaneously making me feel as if the walls are caving in around me?
He palms my ass, lifting me up so I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me out to the bedroom, then lays me down on my stomach on the bed. Before I can roll over, his arm presses into my back like a band, holding me in place. I start to wriggle beneath him, but he puts more pressure on me.
“You can be whoever you want to be, kitten. I’ll want you no matter what. But what you can’t do is doubt us or put walls between us because you’re feeling anxious. I won’t let you sabotage us because of your fears.”
He pushes my dress up. I look over my shoulder and see the feral grin on his face when he sees my bare ass.
“Mmm, you took your panties off?” He digs his fingers into the flesh, rolling my cheeks in his hands.
“You never gave me a new pair. You can hardly blame me.”
His open palm connects with my ass, and the entire cheek feels like it’s on fire. “Can’t I? What if someone saw? We spent part of the day with French. I’d have to blind him if he ever saw your bare ass.”
“Who’s to say he hasn’t?” I quip, just to get under his skin. He makes it so easy to push his buttons that I can’t help but do it.
He spanks my other cheek, then in the middle. Each hit feels like another line of fire passing through me, straight to my aching core. I can feel myself getting wetter with every strike.
“Has he? I’ll pop his eyes out with a rusty spoon and put them in an empty jam jar if he has, Maddalena. Don’t fuck around with me,” he growls.
A regular woman would stop here and tell him he has nothing to worry about. But I’m not your average broad. There’s an urge inside me to push him to his absolute limit and see what he’ll do if he’s really mad. He keeps saying he wants to break me—and call me mad, but I want to be broken.
“There’s a reason he calls me ma cherie…” I leave the statement open and smile at him like the cat who got the cream.
I brace myself for another spank, but it never comes. When I peek over my shoulder again, I see him disappear into his closet and come out with a black, shiny leather belt. He bends it in half and snaps it.
“You’re an evil little brat, Maddalena Vettore. Always pushing my buttons, trying to see how far you can go before I snap.” He snaps the belt again, and my skin pebbles with excitement.
I can’t say the sex I had before Garrix was bad… but it wasn’t mind blowing. It didn’t push my boundaries or open my eyes to things I never knew about myself. The thought of him using that belt on me makes my core clench in anticipation.
Licking my lips, I hold eye contact with him. “What are you going to do about it, G?”
“Spread your legs,” he directs me, his voice soft, yet firm. “Are you sure you want this?”
