“No one’s trying to kill me.” He steps into his trousers, wincing as he flexes his arm. “At the moment. Besides, if anyone wanted me dead, last night would have been a perfect opportunity. The bullet that hit me wasn’t meant for me.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?” I pull out a lacy bra and struggle with how I’m going to get it on without flashing him.
This conversation has left me feeling like I need to protect myself. Last night, I lowered my guard, and then again this morning. But that was clearly a mistake.
“I don’t do reassuring,cara. I do real life.”
I turn away from him and drop my towel to the floor, then hurry to loop my arms through the straps of my bra at record speed before tugging the lacy cups into place and reaching for the hooks at the back. But all I feel is his hands already there.
“I can do it myself,” I protest.
“Of course you can, but why not let me?” He drops a kiss on my bare shoulder as he slips the hooks into their eyes.
“Because I don’t need a man to fasten my bra any more than I need him to keep the truth from me. I’m a fucking grown-up, Andriani.”
“I won’t argue the point.” He slides his hands down to my waist, and he buries his face in the side of my neck. “You’ve got me now, Katya. Let me take care of you.”
I try not to melt, but his mouth is magical and so are his tatted hands. Not to mention his tongue and his massive cock…
“I don’t need you to take care of me. I need you to treat me like your equal. Like your partner. We’re stuck together for the next little while, so we’ve got no choice but to make this work.”
“Stuck together?” He straightens and spins me around to face him, then takes my hand and puts it over his rigid cock. “Does this feel like stuck together to you,cara mia?”
Damn.
Against my better judgment, I caress his length. “No.”
“Let me do this my way. You won’t be sorry.” He kisses me, taking his time.
And with any other man, I’d say the kiss was soft and sweet, but there’s nothing soft or sweet about Lorenzo Andriani. His lips on mine are firm and persuasive, hot and delicious. I could kiss him for an eternity and never grow tired of it.
But still, I break away, because I haven’t gotten the answer I want. “I mean it, Enzo,” I tell him. “Don’t keep me in the dark.”
“You’ll know what you need to know and no more, because that’s what’s best for you.” He cups my cheek. “Trust me,cara. You are my wife. Mine to protect.” He kisses me again. “Mine to fuck.”
His cock is getting even bigger under my hand. I know where this leads, and as much as my body is crying out for more, my mind knows we need to hit the brakes.
“You’ve already done plenty of that.” I reluctantly disentangle from him. “If we don’t get out of here soon, your brothers are going to come looking for us.”
He smirks. “Only if they have a death wish.”
We finish getting dressed and head downstairs to breakfast.
Chapter 19
SCORPION
My wife crosses her arms over her gorgeous tits and glares. “No.”
We’re back in the city, Katya’s first time at my place, and I’ve been walking her through some of the precautions I’ve set in motion now that she’s officially my wife and shit is likely to go down with the Bratva. Including giving her a new phone.
I knew she would give me shit about taking her old one, but it’s what I had to do. After what happened with the drug deal and Cantarelli, I can’t afford to take the risk that Sidorov has secret tracking software installed in the background. I don’t want him potentially knowing where she is, where I am, listening to our conversations, or tapping into my networks and stealing critical intel.
“Yes,” I counter firmly, pushing the phone across the kitchen island toward her. “It’s got everything you need, just on a clean device.”
She gets that stubborn look that makes my dick twitch every time, the one that usually means she’s going to threaten to chop off my balls with a rusty butter knife and feed them to pigs. “My photos.”
“Transferred.”
