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“That was rude,” Holly says, snatching her phone back. “See? I don’t need your permission to do shit, T. You are not the boss of me. If I want to go to Italy, I damn well will go to Italy. If I want to take your mother to Italy, guess what? I will take your mother to Italy. If I want to do something, anything, in Italy, I will find a way to do it.In Italy.With or without you.” Her phone starts ringing in her hand, and she smiles. “Oh, look, he’s calling back. Should I tell him to have his jet fueled for me, or are we going in yours?” she asks with a smile.
Fuck! I turn to Neo for help, but he holds his palms in the air. “I’m staying out of this.”
“Fine. I’ll take you to Italy.” I jump up and throw my napkin on the table. “Neo, I want thirty extra men to meet us at the airfield when we land. And we’ll be going to the Valentino estate. Make sure everyone is aware we’re coming—they’re to be on high alert.” I walk out of the room.
My heart is racing; my palms are sweaty. I don’t like the thought of taking Holly with me. She should stay here. She’s safer here. I need to do something to expel this built-up energy. I head down to the basement gym. I’ve only been lifting for five minutes when I feel her presence. I watch her approach. She’s nervous.
Good, she should be after that fucking stunt she just pulled.
ChapterTwenty-One
Shit, I might have just pushed T too far. I don’t think I remember a time when I’ve seen him this angry at something I’ve done. I don’t know what came over me. When he flat-out said I wasn’t going to Italy, I panicked. The thought of not being with him, of him leaving me again… I just couldn’t accept it. I would have spent every last dime in my trust account to find a way to follow him. Wherever he is, that’s where I want to be too. I can’t handle the thought of being away from him. I don’t want oceans between us. I don’t even want a meter between us. And now I’ve gone and shown him just how much of a crazy stage-five clinger he’s made me become.
It’s his fault, really. I’ve never needed anyone like I need him. Just the thought of him leaving has my skin itching and my heart racing. It’s not healthy. I know that, but I can’t stop these feelings. I’m assuming it has something to do with being made to think he was dead for those three days. That’s not something I ever want to experience again. Maybe I’m just not over how it felt to have my whole world taken away from me yet. I’m sure I could keep a psychologist in business for years with how messed up my head is right now. I don’t even want to think about how much my dad coming home is adding to the mix.
Shit, I should visit him. I haven’t been there in years, because I couldn’t handle seeing him that way. But he’s getting out in a few days. I’m sure he’ll expect to see me, and I won’t be here. Because nothing is stopping me from boarding that jet. I need to find T and let him know I’m going to visit my dad. I also don’t like that he’s angry at something I’ve done.
After walking around the top floor of the house, I head downstairs and find him in the gym. I stand still for a moment in order to fully appreciate the view. He’s taken his shirt off and he’s pressing weights. Someone get me a cold shower. I’m at risk of jumping him here and now. All those muscles on display and those tattoos his suits hide so well… Right now, he looks every bit the bad boy he really is.
And I want him.The question is: does he still want me? Or did I finally fuck this up? I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Or to wake up from a vivid dream, only to realize that this, that Theo, isn’t real—though it’s needless to say that in this moment he looks pretty freaking real. I walk towards him tentatively. My eyebrows furrow as I notice he’s ripped his stitches again. We just had the doctor here late last night suturing him back up.I have no idea where they found a doctor to do a house call at that hour. But I didn’t question it, because I wanted him taken care of.
“T, you need to stop. You’re bleeding again,” I say quietly.
“I don’t care about the fucking stitches, Holly.” He continues to pump the weight bar up and down.
Okay, so definitely still mad. Great, what the hell am I meant to do? I stand there for a while, until I decide that I don’t actually haveto doanything. If he has a problem, then that’s up to him to get over it,not me. “I just came in to tell you that I’m going to visit my father. Please don’t leave before I come back.” I want to make him promise that he’ll wait. But I won’t do that. I won’t beg.
I hear metal clanging together as I turn to walk out. “You are not going to a fucking prison by yourself, Holly.”
“Oh yeah, and who’s going to stop me?” My hands rest on my hips.
T pops up and stalks—yes, bloody stalks—towards me with a look that I’m sure has a lot of people begging him for mercy. I step back, my legs hit a bench seat, and I fall on my ass. I now have Theo standing above me while he eyes me like I’m his prey. He bends down, placing his palms flat on each side of my thighs. “I think you’re underestimating the measures I’m willing to take in order to ensure your safety, dolcezza.” I suck in a huge breath, but I don’t say a word.What can I say?“Don’t think I won’t lock you away in a room somewhere. When all’s said and done, I can live with you hating me, Holly. But I cannot livewithoutyou. So, don’t push me into a corner. You won’t like the outcome.”
The last thing I should be right now is turned on, right? My panties should not be wetter than ever before. I should be mad. I should tell him where to shove his overprotective, condescending ass. That’s not what I want to do though. Nope, not even close. My hands go to his hair, and I drag his face down the extra twenty centimeters to close the space between us.
Theo picks me up, and spinning around, he sits on the bench seat with me straddling his lap. “Don’t think this means we’re done with this conversation, dolcezza. Wewillbe talking about your apparent lack of safety awareness.” He rips my dress over my head, and I’m left in a matching white bra and panties. I’m about to tell him not to rip them when he reaches down and tears through the lace. I roll my eyes. At this rate, he might as well buy a Victoria’s Secret franchise. “This…” He places his hand over my pussy. “…is mine. These…” He cups both of my breasts, tugging on the lace material to release them. “…are fucking mine.” His fingertips trail down the sides of my stomach. “Every fucking perfect inch of you is mine. And I will not have anyone, you included, disregarding the safety of something that belongs to me.”
“Mmhmm, you do know that I’ve visited my father in jail before, without you or your security team.”
“That wasbeforeyou were mine,” he murmurs into my neck as he thrusts two fingers into me. “I take care of my things, Holly.”
“Mmhmm, I’m not opposed to you taking care of me right now.” I grind down on his hand. T’s tongue licks along the length of my collarbone as he trails it lower. My back arches, pushing my breasts right in front of his mouth. His lips close around one of my nipples. “Oh, God, yes, don’t stop!” My movements are crazed. I’m so close to coming, and just when I reach the precipice—that enigmatic point of no return—Theo pulls away.
I go to protest. I want to say the words, but nothing comes out. I’m too far gone. Then he lifts my hips, lines his cock up with my entrance, and slams into me. And I explode. “I want you coming on my cock. I want your juices flooding me.” He bites down on my shoulder.
“Yes! Yes!” I scream out.
He continues to grab my waist and slam me back down, moving me like I weigh nothing. Like I’m his own personal doll to do with as he pleases—which, in a way, I guess I am because I could never say no to him. Not when I know the kind of pleasure this man can bring me.
“Fuck!” he growls. My name leaves his lips in a whisper, his cock hardens, and his movements stiffen as he comes inside me, giving me every part of himself. I collapse on top of his chest, my body limp and spent.
His hands trail up and down my back before running through my hair. He does this a lot. Either he has a hair fetish, or he knows how much I love the sensation of his fingers combing through it. Even when he’s angry, or upset, or maybe just frustrated with me (because he’s definitely stillsomething) he has a way of making me feel cherished and protected.
After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow, T stands me on my feet, picks up my dress, and tugs it over my head. Then he looks me up and down. “Go put something on that covers up all that skin, and I’ll take you to see your dad.” I open my mouth, to remind him that I can wear whatever I want, when he puts a finger to my lips. “Don’t argue, Holly. You are not going to a place full of degenerates and showing off what belongs to me.”
“I wasn’t going to argue.” I pivot towards the door, before stopping and turning back to him. “What exactly did I do to piss you off so much this morning?” I ask, because I can tell he’s still boiling beneath the surface.
“I’m gonna go have Neo put another stitch in my shoulder. You should get dressed if you want to see your father.” He leaves without so much as a glance in my direction.
