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“These are yours to take.” I drop them onto the bed next to her suitcase.
In a blatant show of defiance, she chooses to zip up her suitcase. The action leaves no room for doubt. She intentionally didn’t pack them; she’s refusing to take them.
I bite down hard on my jaw. “Falynn,” I warn, “take the fucking pills.”
“No.”
“I’m not telling you again, Falynn. Pack them right now.”
“No,” she repeats, standing her ground. She braves a look across the king-sized bed at me. Her throat’s working again, bobbing with another shaky swallow. “I’m not taking them anymore, Giovanni. I’ll go where you’re telling me to go. I’ll sit and wait like a good little pet while Carlotta babysits me. But I’mnottaking the meds anymore.”
My stare darkens. It must scare her, because she takes a step back before I even start toward her. In a couple quick strides, I’m close enough to grab her. She doesn’t fight me, though even if she did, it wouldn’t matter. She’d only exert herself when I can dominate her with utmost ease. I pull her closer within my tight clutches and growl in her face.
“Don’t test me. Iwillmake you cry.”
It’s my last warning. She’s playing with fire.
I’m in no headspace to treat her kindly—mentally, it’s the opposite. I’ve already shut myself off to anything else but rage. I’ve gone into fantasies of bloodlust, thinking about all the ways I’m going to massacre Little Luca Lovato and his band of wannabe gangsters.
It’s best Falynn steers clear of me when I’m like this. She should be putting her head down and obeying like my soldiers and everyone else in my employ. Why can’t she understand this?Whydoes she push me to brutalize her?
Time is running out to address the critical threat with Luca, but if I need to punish Falynn in this moment, I will create more time.
“You will take each and every pill in this bottle if I have to hold you down and force them down your throat myself. And if I’m not around—I’ll have one of my staff do it. Youwillcomply, whether you want to or not.”
“I hate you,” she blurts out, as if no longer able to censor herself. Tears rush to fill her eyes, and emotion bleeds onto her beautiful face.
My mouth forms into a cruel, bitter grin. “If that’s how it has to be, Honey. I don’t care. You can hate me every fucking second of the day, I’ll still love you for it. So long as you obey…and when you don’t, you will suffer.”
I’m a terrifying presence when I loom over her, husband or not. I’m twice her size, built of muscle, face of murderous fury. Her only saving grace is that Idolove her, regardless of how she tests me. It’s her one lifeline in moments like these.
But that doesn’t spare her from my wrath. With Falynn, it’s simply expressed differently.
I crush my lips to hers, holding her face in one hand. I wrap my arm around her body to keep her pressed up against me, unable to refuse my affection.
This time, she certainlytries.She shoves at me and pounds on my chest. She twists her dancer’s body to slip out of my viselike hold, being as quick and nimble as she naturally is (and using a defensive move I taught her long ago). She resists my kiss, avoiding my mouth, though I only grip her face tighter and kiss her harder.
“I’ll get you to obey, Honey,” I taunt her between these brutal, crushing kisses. I bite her lip and then thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness she has to offer. She slams another fist into my chest and I laugh. “I’ll fuck you into submission if I have to. If that’s the only language you understand. You hate me, but I bet you’re wet right now, aren’t you, Honey?”
She growls like a fucking wild feline or some shit. She brings out the desperate, last-resort defense mechanisms. As I push her down onto the bed and cover her body with my own, attacking her mouth once more, she attacks me with her nails. She claws and scratches at me—anything from my arms to my chest to neck. She even gets my cheek. It’s admittedly a pretty damn good scratch, so deep she draws blood.
This is the Falynn I fell in love with. The fighter. The survivor. My bright, beautiful, strongQueen.
“You’re pissed at me,” I say as she wrestles against me. I let her for a moment before pinning her down harder, easily gathering both wrists in one hand. I lift them above her head just so she knows how disadvantaged she is. My next kiss is gentle, another taunt in its own way. I’m letting her know it’s up to me how this goes—I can be sweet and gentle with her, or I can be the worst savage from her darkest nightmares.
“I love you, Honey,” I tell her. A sick joy spreads inside me at the sight of her twisting and turning, trying her damnedest to escape me to no avail. I’m hard within seconds, the savage lust so powerful, I really can’t control it. I shove a hand between her thighs despite her efforts to clench them shut.
As I predicted. She’swet. Even through her cotton panties, dampness greets my fingertips.
I rub her and plant another rough kiss on her mouth. “Mmmm, your pussy’s soaked. Is that for me? Are you turned on?”
“Get off me!”
She lifts her knee to jab me hard in the stomach, another move I’ve taught her. As a woman, a smaller and slimmer woman at that, she’s naturally at a huge disadvantage as soon as she’s on her back, but in situations like these, always go for the midsection when it’s open. Use your joints like your elbows and knees and strike at weak points—abdomen and the groin area are two examples. If you hit the abdomen hard enough at the right moment, you can knock the air out of a man, even if you are at a size disadvantage.
Unfortunately for her, I’m not only made of steel, I taught her everything she knows. She’s quick, but so am I. I easily block her jab with the hand once on her pussy. I hold her down further with one of my knees, prying her legs apart. Her robe slips open too, revealing the delectable body of hers I’ve memorized every last detail of. Her beautiful work-of-art body I still haven’t gotten tired of touching and tasting, even looking at.
Of course I spare a moment to do just that, my gaze sliding over her naked breasts and her flat stomach. I can’t resist sucking a tit into my mouth. She struggles against me, so desperate and angry, waves of heat roll off her. I’ve never seen her so determined.
