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“No,” she spits out taking a step toward me. “You can’t come in here and take credit for that. It was all him.”

“I can speak seven languages.” She flips me off and I laugh.

“Relax, babe, you need to loosen up so we can fuck again.” I’m waggling my eyebrows, blatantly checking her out. She definitely filled out in the ass department, and I want a taste, no I need a taste.

“Ahhh,” she growls, throwing a pillow at my face. I duck easily.

“Why are you so angry?” I ask, genuinely intrigued. She has so many emotions coursing through her body—I want to know why.

She tugs on her curls which bounce while she walks around the room like a caged animal. “I’m pissed off. I’m fucking angry,” she shouts, hoping she adds horny to her list. “Because you pretend what happened thirteen years ago wasn’t wrong.”

I shrug, “Because it wasn’t.”

“It was Salvatore, or Jonathan, whatever your name is.”

“Sal. And you liked it, didn’t you?” I ask, trying not to sound too smug.

She crosses her arms and shakes her head, but I see I’m getting to her.

I need to meet her halfway and pretend she still has a choice when it comes to me, us. “Okay, the way we met is a little unconventional, but I did make you come five times in one night. You were screaming my name and pulling my hair when I licked your sweet pussy, Paxxie. You even liked it when I tattooed your finger.”

“Do not talk about my pussy, or the tattoo,” she seethes, her eyes spitting fire. Damn, I like this feisty part of her.

“Why not? After all, it’s mine.”

She stamps her foot on the floor, grabs a knife, and throws it at me. I don’t duck, a thrill runs through me because I can feel a trickle of blood running down my ear, and the knife is sticking in the headboard an inch from my lobe. “I’m not yours,” she says, and motions over her body. “This is not yours.”

I look at her sideways, I’m not going to tell her she already is. She’ll find out soon enough. I plan on keeping her one way or the other. Her parents and brothers might be a little hard to persuade but she and Iggy are mine, they always were. I’m going to protect them at all costs. Every assassin will know they’re off limits. I’m going to nail Derick. I’m going to make him pay for keeping her away from me, and for the things I did for him when he was king before I took over.

In nome del Padre, in the name of the Father, I’m going to protect what’s mine. But first, I’m going to fuck her.

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