Fuck, I still haven’t gotten her a new one. My wife shouldn’t be walking around with a cheap sterling silver band on that perfect hand.
Her throat bobs. “I know that. But I’m not going to give you my heart again. Not after what’s happened between us. The romantic part of our relationship is over for good.”
I have to take a deep breath to curtail the storm building inside me. Does she think I’ll accept this? I don’t believe this is what she really wants.
“What about sex?” I ask.
“What about it?”
“I presume you don’t plan on having any with me.”
“That’s correct.”
“Then you’d be fine with me seeing other women?” I demand, trying to provoke her.
Two angry red spots bloom over her cheeks. “Sure.” The word is said through gritted teeth. “You can fuck your way through this city, and it wouldn’t bother me.”
“Right. I can see you’re very unbothered.”
She turns even redder, but instead of admitting she’d rather castrate me than see me with someone else, she digs in. “That works great for me.” Her full lips stretch into a thin smile. “Maybe I’ll find a sidepiece as well.”
A deep laugh comes out of me. “You have no idea how this works if you think anyone in this city would be stupid enough to touch my wife. They know I’d kill them, Blake. I might not be a consigliere anymore, but my reputation didn’t disappear overnight. If another man touched you, I would cut off his dick before I killed him and deliver it to you in a box.”
Her mouth parts in shock.Good. She already thinks I’m a monster, so she might as well know just how monstrous I can be when someone touches what’s mine.
There’s a small tremble in her hand as she tucks a strand behind her ear. “That’s a double standard, and it doesn’t work for me.”
I shrug. “Then I guess we’re both staying celibate for the duration of our marriage.”
“Hmm.”
I place my elbows on the table and lean forward. “How long do you think you’ll last?”
“Forever if needed,” she whispers, her eyes angry even as they drop to my mouth.
She’s forgotten what it feels like when our bodies meet. Maybe I should remind her so that she stops talking such nonsense. One kiss would be enough. Would she allow herself to melt for me, or would she stubbornly resist it?
“Why deprive yourself like that?” I murmur. “You know, you don’t have to give me your heart to let me make you come again.”
Her eyes widen momentarily, but she’s quick to school her expression. “I won’t be depriving myself at all. I’ve got two perfectly good hands.”
“Is that how you keep yourself busy while I’m at work?” The thought of her getting herself off makes me instantly hard.
She arches a brow. “Not much else to do.”
“Doubt you’re as good as me, though.”
“Maybe not,” she admits. “But I’ll get better with practice.”
Fuck me.“Why don’t we practice together?”
“What would be the point?”
“I’ll talk you through it. Tell you just how pretty you look with your fingers stuffed inside your dripping pussy.”
She gasps.
A waiter appears in my periphery, and only then do I realize our faces are inches away. Blake makes a small sound of alarm and jerks back into her seat.
