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"Trust me, the last thing I want is to be trapped with you in an enclosed space with no means of escaping."
"Well, that’s what marriage is like, so get used to it."
He frowns. "Thought that was supposed to be my dialogue, and what do you have against marriage, anyway?"
"You mean, what do I have against being a slave to a man who’ll spend his day doing Mafia business and come home with blood-splattered clothes and expect me to clean them?"
"The only thing I’d expect you to clean is the cum off my dick."
My belly clenches, and my core quivers. That was filthy, like really filthy, so why am I so turned on?
"If you think I’m going to stand here and be insulted by you, then you thought wrong."
"What’s insulting and what’s wrong with being upfront with my expectations for our relationship?"
"Fake relationship," I correct him.
"Didn’t seem that fake when you were begging me to let you come."
"Aargh!” I bunch my fists at my side. "Typical male chauvinistic behavior. But then, I’d expect no less from you."
"What, because what I said is the truth of our last interaction?"
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" I scowl at him. "First, you propose this crazy fake relationship thing because of some cock-and-bull story of how you want to fool your family into believing that you’re marrying me, only so you can separate from me later and get on with your philandering ways and now, you actually seem to believe that we’re in a real relationship." My breath comes out in little puffs. Blood thuds at my temples, my cheeks heat, and honestly, I feel so mad that I’m sure if I stay here a second longer, I’m going to slap him or throw myself at him and beg him to impale me with his monster cock and put me out of my misery. Or both. Preferably.
"Sod this." I race for the door.
23
Christian
"Che cazzo!"I growl, "What the hell are you doing?" A-n-d I have begun to sound like a stuck record where this woman is concerned. Why the hell does she always make me so mad that I want to throw her over my lap and spank her ass, right before I pull her up and kiss the sass out of her?
"Don’t open the—"
She flings open the door, and a gust of wind blows in along with snow. The cold instantly crashes over me. The breath leaves me in a huff, and before I can take a step forward, she’s gone. The door slams shut, cutting off the wind. In the silence that follows, I race for the door and fling it open. Once more, the cold slaps me in the face. The wind buffets me as I step out. My hold on the door slips and it bangs shut as I race forward. I see her figure stumbling through the snow, which already comes up to my knees, and I am six-feet-three-inches which means for Flower, it’s at least thigh-high. She was wearing her boots, wasn’t she? Which is more than I can say for myself.
"Minchia!"I growl as the dampness and the cold penetrate through my skin to my bone. I swear my blood freezes. My temper rises. Anger thrums at my temples. "Fuck this shit," I roar. "When I get my hands on you, Flower, I’m going to—" A gust of wind hits me in the face with such force that I stumble back.Porca miseria!I’m going to kill this woman, after I finally fuck her.
I lunge forward through the snow, my feet already so numb that I can’t feel them. Good, it makes it that much easier to ignore them. I push through the piles of snowflakes, closing the distance between us. Not for the first time, my height works in my favor as she struggles to move through the snow, only to fall over. I double my speed, and reaching her, haul her up, then throw her up over my shoulder.
"Let me go," she yells. "Let me the fuck—" The wind buffets me again, the snow coming down so hard and fast that it seems like we’re in a snow globe. I can’t see my hand in front of my face. At least, I turned in the direction of the house, so I assume if I keep walking forward, I should reach it.
I take a step forward when she slams her fists into my back. The pain only slices down my back and settles in my groin. My dick twitches. If nothing else, the circulation to that part of my body is working fine. She pulls back her knee, and I have no doubt that she’s going to sink her foot into my groin. I wrap my other arm around her thighs, holding her so close that she is unable to move.
"Let me the fuck go, you asshole, you—"
I throw her down in the snow.
She lays there, the snow falling over her and covering her almost completely in seconds. I fling myself on her, planking at the last second to avoid crushing her under my weight.
"You’re crazy, you know that? You stupid, idiotic—"
I close my mouth over hers, drawing in her essence, sucking on her tongue as the snow covers both of us. I tear my mouth from hers, and she stares up at me. White flakes stick to her hair, to the tips of her eyelashes, to her cheeks.
Her pupils are blown, her lips parted. I stare down at her mouth as her shoulders shudder.
"Cazzo,"I say through gritted teeth, "you always make me so mad that I lose my mind and forget where I am."
