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“No?” I ask, still stripping down. As the last scrap of my clothes hits the floor, I march up to him with a mission, as if I can seduce him with my rage. “Why not? I’m your wife, and I get everything I want, right? So why can’t I want your cock?” He glares at me as I approach, slinging my words at him. “Worried about my fucking resale value in case you change your mind?”
Suddenly, Salvatore has me back on the bed. The breath knocks out of me as my back hits the mattress. I can’t get it back. His hand is closed around my throat, his angry breath in my ear.
“I had my mind made up about you the second I saw you in that club. You know that. I didn’t know you were a virgin then. I didn’t give a damn. I’m not one of those insecure fucks who can’t impress a woman unless she just doesn’t know any better. First or not, it didn’t matter.
I just knew I was going to be your last. So don’t take your daddy issues out on me, girl.”
He holds me pinned until the ache burns in my lungs.
He's right. I know he’s right. He’s not the one I’m angry with, but it only makes me more desperate for him to give it to me, to take me and ruin me. When he lets me go, I reach up and pull him back down into an urgent kiss.
“Please,” I beg him, pulling at his shirt.
“Stop it,” he growls. “You’re not turned on; you’re just pissed off. You don’t want it like this.”
“I’m so fucking tired of men telling me what I want,” I say, ripping at the front of his shirt until buttons rain across the bed. The wet shirt tears open to reveal a canvas—a mural of scar tissue and tattoos interwoven across Salvatore’s defined chest.
The sight shocks me out of my crusade.
Waves of dark ink meet shores of white and pink tissue, colliding across his abs. There are cuts and burns and some damage I have no name for. Slowly, I follow the sight with my hands, trying to make sense of the history of pain written out under my palms, as if I can read the raised tissue like braille. He tenses under my touch.
Beyond the scars and tattoos, Salvatore is all thick muscle and defined anatomy, with dark hair that trails down to his belly. I knew he was strong from his silhouette alone, from his easy strength and the occasional tight shirt, but reality puts my imagination to shame at the sight of him, all strong and roughly chiseled out. I reach for his belt.
“Contessa,” he says, my name a strained warning on his lips. I ignore it and silence him with my own mouth, dragging him into another kiss. My anger is becoming desperation. I don’t care if Salvatore gives me the most amazing pleasure or the most intense pain; I’ll take it all, as long as it eclipses this awful storm raging inside.
The belt buckle opens. My hand is almost on his zipper before he catches me by the wrists.
“You take out my cock, you better be sure you want it,” he says. “Look at me.”
He gives me no choice but to meet him, eye to eye. He means it. I see midnight in his wild look, pupils blown wide and hungry with the same wanting that has burned there for weeks, never letting himself give in while he showers me in pleasure.
The zipper slides down under my fingers, our gazes not wavering.
I’ve made my decision.
Good or bad, it’s mine.
“Goddammit,” he breathes, as if I’ve walked us to the cliff edge and pushed us both over.
“Come here.” Salvatore pulls me up into his arms, kissing me until I’m drowning in him, my head spinning and nails scraping at his shoulders. The phone vibrates once at the end of the bed, breaking the moment as surely as if my father had entered the room.
The heat dims.
Salvatore senses the break in the mood and reaches for the phone. I know it’s from my father just from the look in his eyes.
“What does it say?” I force myself to ask.
“It’s a hell of a number,” he admits.
“Oh.” The wounded syllable is barely out of my lips before Salvatore slings his phone aside, throws it into the floor across the room. He buries me beneath him, his mouth all over me.
I gasp and arch under him.
“You think I give a damn about your father’s deals? That I’d choose anything over you?
Over this?”
I cling to him like a life raft, like he’s the only thing keeping me afloat.
