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I cut her off. “You’re not taking pole dancing lessons. End of conversation.”
I was being a fucking asshole, but all I could picture were sweaty guys with their palms all over her. Touching her. Tainting her. Scaring her.
And yeah, I was fucking jealous they got to do it first. That they would see my wife when I couldn’t.
“You told me I was free to do what I wanted.” Her mouth pinched into the mask of anger I hadn’t seen from her in years. Now I knew it was because she was afraid to show emotion in front of Mitchell.
But even the excitement of knowing she wasn’t afraid of me. That I got the real her wasn’t enough to stop this monster controlling me. “I didn’t mean become a stripper.”
“I’m not. It’s private.” The elevator opened into the parking garage. Mike leaned against one of the cars our men were free to use as he waited for Grace. My glare sent him retreating into the car.
Grace’s lips parted as I stepped in front of her, stopping her from leaving. I stuck my foot in the door, keeping it open. So she didn’t feel trapped. Right now, I might be an asshole, but I never wanted to scare her. Not when she was just getting comfortable with me.
Her shoulders rounded, her gaze going to the floor. And I felt fucking awful. I told her I’d give her anything she wanted, and here I was, denying a simple request for my own selfish reasons.
“I need this.” She whispered. Her blue eyes met mine again, but there was no defeat. No sadness. They were bright, strong as she stood her ground. “I need something to build my confidence back. To have fun. You promised I was free. That all I needed to leave was security. I’m bringing Mike.”
My dick hardened in an instant as she fought for herself. She was so much stronger than she realized.
Or maybe it was the image of her half-naked. Dancing.
In front of Mike. My cock protested the idea. Harshly.
“Like hell you will. Nobody will see my wife like that. I’ll come with you for protection.”
21
Vander
I’m in hell.
And I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t know why. I had a list a mile long of all the shit I did that would land me here.
But when I envisioned the ways they would torture me in the afterlife, I had never imagined something so cruel. Ripping off my toenails would be less painful. At this point, I’d remove my eyeballs myself if that would make it stop.
But the images and fantasies my wife was giving me were being etched into my skull. I’d never get rid of them.
“That was great, Grace.” Tessa smiled as she walked over to Grace and adjusted her stance. Placing a gentle hand on her throat and guiding her neck back so her chest pushed forward.
I had no goddamn idea why it was called pole dancing because there weren’t poles. They were using fucking chairs. And I was forced to sit and watch as Grace seductively walked around it. Then she sat down and spread her legs, showing me a glimpse of what I couldn’t have.
She still had her clothes on, but the skin tight leggings and a crop top molded to her body weren’t hiding much.
Her gorgeous fucking body was on display. Her pussy right in my fucking face. Her beautiful breasts straining against her top. And that fucking strip of skin exposed at her waistband. Well, I had my goddamn answer about that, and I wished I didn’t.
It was torture. I was being tortured. Watching her. Being married to her but still not having her. Still unable to love her like I wanted to.
I might be dramatic. She was fully clothed. But my dick didn’t think I was overreacting.
“Hard, isn’t it?” My jaw ticked as Sebastian Bianchi clapped me on the shoulder before taking the seat next to me.
He was a leader in the Vancini Mafia, and since Cole’s marriage to Alessandra, I’d gotten used to talking to him as a friend instead of an enemy. They had an arranged marriage. And even though the idea of selling your daughter in an alliance disgusted us, we’d accepted.
Because Cole had taken one look at Alessandra and fallen in love. Turned out she was better off with him than her father.
“I know we have an alliance and everything, but I don’t want to talk to you about my dick.”
Bash’s laughter boomed, echoing around the room and competing with the music. “I meant watching and not going up there to grab your woman. But good to know where you’re at.”
