“Since the moment I realized that I was in love with you, I stopped seeing other women. I couldn’t even stomach one long enough to have her in my bed.” He pointed at me and sneered. “Never question my loyalty to you.”
“Then get back in bed.”
He fitted his mouth into a thin angry line.
My heart sank. “Where are you going?”
He remained silent.
“No secrets, Gianni. No lies. That is one of our rules.”
“This isonesecret we’ll have to keep for just one night,” he replied, and then he gazed at my body with wild hunger. “Or maybe two nights.”
“Two? What?” My mind raced, trying to piece together what he meant, but before I could ask anything more, he turned aroundand was out the door leaving nothing but a chilling silence in his wake.
What the fuck just happened?
I got out of bed.
No. It’s not going down like this.
Fast, I started looking for something to put on.
Chapter sixteen
The Insanity of It All
My heart still raced.
My body trembled from the aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm Gianni had just given me.
And then there was the echo of his touch lingering on my skin and making me tingle even more.
He had owned me with his kisses, licks, and every thrust of his fingers.
That made me wonder what he would do to me with his cock.
But now, the heat of that moment was starting to cool, and confusion began to settle in its place.
How could he have just left like that?
I blinked, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened—or more precisely, what hadn’t.
One moment, Gianni had been a beast, completely possessed by a dark hunger. He’d been ready to claim me as his wife in every sense of the word.
And the next, he rushed away, leaving me breathless and bewildered on the bed, with nothing but a few hurried words and a cold promise to “explain later.”
What the fuck does that mean?
I glanced down at my hand, at the ring that had been placed there. The diamonds and rubies glinted in the soft light of the room. It was beautiful, no doubt about it—an emblem of the power and wealth that Gianni wielded with such ease.
But right now, it felt like a shackle, a reminder of the vows I had taken under duress, the life I had been forced into.
I didn’t even want to do this shit, and when I finally decide fine. . .let’s do it. . .you run out? No way. You need to explain.
I traced the edge of the ring with my fingertip.
Something had changed in me tonight, and he’d done it.
