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“Open this fucking door NOW or I will knock it down.” I started pacing around the room when she failed to reply, pulling my pants back on. Each breath that I drew was coming in like fuel for the fire burning in my chest. My hands tightly balled into fists, ready to pound that fucking door down.
She was riling me up on purpose, and I was a fool to let her get to me. My infuriating wife had figured out she could get under my skin and didn’t seem scared to use that information to her advantage. That had to fucking change.
“Open the fucking door, Francesca.” I said, calming my nerves and settling my tone to a neutral, unfazed monotone that hopefully gave her the impression that I had my damn wrath under control. “That was your last warning." I said almost to myself, taking a step back in preparation to kick that fucking door down. I didn’t know what I would do when I got inside, but I was not about to let her make a fool out of me.
Just as I started for the door, Francesca opened it and calmly came out with a towel around her chest, a blank expression on her face as if she wasn't understanding what all the fuss was about, walking straight past me, not saying a word.
I marched right up to her, my face merely inches from hers, as she stood there facing me without a hint of hesitation.
“Anything you got to say?" She dared.
I grabbed her jaw with one hand, a handful of her dark mane in the other with blinding fury, fighting the urge to kiss that mouth of hers, finally deciding against it.
“Don't ever fucking do that again." My voice was forged in the depths of Hell, tearing through my gritted teeth, yet still, it wasn’t enough to faze her.
“Do what? The only thing I did was try to take a shower, and you didn’t let me.” She innocently replied with that damn autocratic tone that I both hated and loved.
“I won’t be held accountable for what I do to you the next time you dare to tease me like that. Don’t. Do it. Again.” I growled, tightening the hold.
“Or what?” Her defiance was hotter than the surface of the fucking sun. No one in their right mind would do what this woman was doing right now.
My nose flared in rage, exhaling every particle of tension, and still, it didn’t ease.
I wanted nothing more than to throw her onto that bed and destroy her before putting her back together, only to have the pleasure of corrupting her all over again and again.
Instead, I freed the grip on her hair and yanked the towel off her body, never breaking my gaze from her eyes, my palm still holding her jaw in place.
Francesca was now completely naked in front of me, just inches apart from my body. One very slight movement and her nipples would be grazing against my naked chest. We both stood there in defiance for a long minute without uttering a word. I tried my best to keep my hunger from showing, and instead, I replaced it with a despising look as I released her jaw, spitting my reply back before heading to a much-needed cold shower.
“Get dressed, we’re already late.”
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The private strip was deserted, nothing in sight for miles besides my jet, which was ready and waiting. Exactly as it should be.
Max and Gio, my two most trusted men, had prepped everything and made sure we were in good shape to leave.
After the shooting, I wasn’t about to take any chances, meaning a small Battaglia army of my best soldiers would be flying with us to Cuba.
The target I already had on my back just got substantially larger after the wedding. Francesca was also in the aiming range, if not in the center, so better safe than sorry.
Once the car came to a halt in the middle of the runway, Carl opened the door for Francesca while I was already going around it to meet her on the other side. We’d driven in uncomfortable silence, each of us keeping to our side of the car, not even daring a glance the other way.
The need to consume her, destroy her, was still humming through me, driving down my skin like fucking needles every time I pictured her naked. She had no inhibition whatsoever. She had just stripped in front of me and showed me every inch of herself.
That showed me how sure she was of herself, how comfortable she was in her own skin, which was just as sexy as her flawless round ass.
I had a hard-on during the whole fucking cold shower that didn’t waver. I had to deal with it like I hadn’t done since I was a teenager. Fucking my own hand and watching my cum drip off the tiles was the only way I could handle being locked in this damn car with Francesca without bending her over and fucking her into the leather seats. Two unhandled erections in a row was something I couldn’t remember happening to me. Ever.
“Liam’s in charge while I’m away,” I instructed Carl while my eyes were glued to every move my fiery wife made as she walked ahead of us, straight for the airplane, “Make sure–”
“You look handsome today!” I heard Francesca say, my words stolen straight from my throat. She fixed Gio’s suit lapel, smoothing it out with her hand before skipping up the stairs and disappearing into the plane, never looking back.
Gio’s eyes followed each sway of her ass as she climbed those steps, his stupid grin growing with each one.
Dumb fucker.
She made sure I was listening, and I knew she was doing it on purpose, but still, my blood boiled beyond possibility of control. Again, she was trying to provoke me, and I couldn’t believe how easily she managed to get under my skin.
