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TWENTY-ONE
ANTHONY
I’m a dead man.
I didn’t fall for women. They fell for me.
Holding Rebecca fueled my adrenaline like gasoline ran through my veins and she was a match. I realized the power she had over me when we danced a few weeks ago. My worst fear just materialized before my eyes. I didn’t want to love her. I knew I had to fuck her. Once she was my wife. Our honeymoon would be a massive fuck-fest. Plant my seed and knock her up. As soon as those pink lines showed up, I wouldn’t touch her again. Until I was ready to have another kid. And another. And another.
A solid plan. I hadn’t expected I’d like touching her so much. The visceral urge to kiss her had my heart pounding. How the fuck was Sebastien able to walk away from her? How had he not put that shotgun of his to my head and threaten to blow me apart if I married her?
Watching me with Rebecca had proved too much for Bastien, who looked ready to tackle me for touching her in such a brutal manner.
Just wait, buddy.
Only, the way I planned to shame her might crack our alliance.
Breathing heavily, I stared at my partners in this hideous drug crime. “Get the fuck out. Both of you.”
Bastien shoved my door open, nearly breaking it off the hinges. Giancarlo left too, glaring at me after he rammed his iPad in his briefcase. He stomped out of my office, scrolling on his phone.
The door shut behind Gian, leaving me alone with Rebecca. “Look at that, we’re all alone.” I brought my lips close to her mouth.
Big fucking mistake. Her breath tasted so sweet, her lips looked so damn moist and plump. God, they’d feel so fucking amazing around my cock. If she loved me, and married me for love, she’d go down on me the way I used to watch her go down on Bastien. His head thrown back, licking his lips as he pulled on her hair. The guy used to come so hard, shaking uncontrollably as Becca swallowed down his cum with a smile on her face.
“You realize if you’re seen with me and want people to think we’re dating, you have to stop fucking your whores,” she said, challenging me.
“They’re not whores. I don’t pay for sex.”
“I’m not fucking you, so—”
“Rebecca, you’re trembling. You want me, don’t deny it. If I put my hand up your skirt, I expect to find you wet between the legs.” I brushed my lips across her cheek. Gripping her ass, I pushed my cock into her stomach. “Feel that, angel?” I took her hand and put it on my groin. “This. Go ahead, squeeze it. Feel how big I am. Feel it in your hand now and you’ll want me in your pussy.”
My balls tightened when she gave a little squeeze. Her eyes were glassy, that lustful hazy look I knew brought a smile to my face. “That’s right, angel. Keep rubbing me.” I let go of her arm and wiped at her lipstick, smearing it across her cheek. After a delicate lick on her lips, I lowered my mouth to hers.
But I felt her weight shift. Instincts roared inside me and I slapped her leg as she went to knee me in the balls. I squeezed her knee until she winced. “That will get you punished, Rebecca.”
She broke away and rushed to my door, but I slammed it shut before she got out. Her perfect round ass against my cock stole my breath. Those high heels of hers though, could come up and gouge my shins. I kicked her legs apart and she let go with an umph. Pressing my cock into her ass, I said, “This ass is mine too while we’re playing this game.”
“Fuck you,” she spat, but the blush on her cheeks gave away how she really felt about my massive cock rubbing against her ass.
“I will fuck you, Rebecca. And you know what? You’re gonna love it. Maybe we won’t have to parade you all over town. The way you’ll squirm and cry out when you’re under me, you’ll give me those documents just so I’ll fuck you again and again.”
The words flew out of my mouth, saying things I wanted to happen.
Clamping her wrists with one of my hands, I pulled her away from the door so I could open it and talk to my assistant. “Kaitlin.”
“Yes, Mr. Messina.”
“Cancel my appointments for the rest of the day and have my car brought around.”
“Yes, sir.”
I closed the door and let my free hand roam down the side of Becca’s body. Christ, she felt so good. “Come on, Rebecca,” I whispered to her.
“What?”
“Stop this. We have to—” I bit back my words. How would she take hearing her father had offered her up like a prize from me? Damn Giovanni for not laying the groundwork.
Making my life more fucking difficult than it already was. I still intended to take her as my wife. As a shamed woman, she’d have no choice. She’d want to escape to the Hamptons to be out of the scornful eye of Manhattan’s elite.
Her body softened, like she submitted to the power I had over her. “Where are we going in your car, Anthony?” She wiped the smeared lipstick from her cheek.
I backed away. “Look at me, Rebecca.” I swallowed, watching her obey me. And geez, didn’t that make me even harder. “We’re going shopping.”
“For what?”
I ran my hand down the center of her chest and then gripped her hips with both hands. Breathing into her mouth, I said, “The sluttiest clothes that will make you look like a wanton whore.”
I kissed her, my tongue penetrating her mouth. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And fuck-all, she kissed me back with strong lips and nails digging into my biceps through my dress shirt. Fire rocketed through my veins, and it took every ounce of strength not to pull her down to the carpet, find that wet pussy and fuck her like a ruthless beast.
“And for each outfit, my angel...” I feasted on one last kiss. “A pair of hooker pumps.”
