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"Would you like me to fuck you like a dog, sweetheart?" he asked softly, trailing his finger down my cheek. "When I come home topetyou tonight?"
A flood of heat filled my body, pussy clenching with need. "That's not funny," I breathed, not caring that his ape of a henchmen was standing beside us. "I'm bored and I want out of this damn room, Trig."
"And you want me to get you out? To entertain you?" he asked, smug smile still firmly in place. "You want me to save you again,corderito?"
Bristling, I resisted the urge to reach up and poke his shoulder. "Just take me."
"Take you? I need to pray,corderito," he shot back. "I cannot fuck right now."
"You know what I meant," I ground out through clenched teeth.
"Yes, I know." Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tipped my face up to his and said, "Now, be a good little lamb for my man," before pressing a featherlight kiss to my lips and sauntering away. "And I will see you on your knees tonight."
"I hate you!" I screamed after him, both furious and aroused. "Wait –" Hurrying after him, I grabbed his hand. "Are you really going to church?"
"Where else would I be going?" he chuckled.
"Fucking whores," I spat out. "Are you?"
"Am I fucking whores?" Tilting his head to one side, he let out an exaggerated sigh. "Not presently."
I narrowed my eyes. "Iwillkill you."
Chuckling, he shook his head and pulled free from my grasp. "Practice your barking for me,corderito," he called over his shoulder. "And take a nap. You won't be sleeping much tonight."
"Mantener a mi esposa a salvo," he told Patrice. "No le pongas un dedo encima. No en enojo ni en lujuria."
The door closed behind him and I let out a scream. "Bastard!"
A loud snort came from Patrice and I swung my gaze to glare at him.
"Oh, you'll be laughing," I seethed, moving for the closet. "When he realizes what you've done."
Patrice's brows furrowed. "I, uh,no comprendo?"
"Grab your keys, home-boy," I hissed. "We're following yourjefe, and if he's stepping out on me, I'm going cut both of your cocks off and feed them to each other.Comprendothat!"
10
"Jefeis... as they say…done to kill you," Patrice warned when he pulled the Bentley up outside St. Marco's Cathedral forty minutes later, after an intense showdown in which I had threatened the poor man with every dirty trick in the book.
False accusations.
Body dismemberment.
Lies.
Tears.
When none of that worked, I'd lunged for the door and shocked the both of us when he didn’t physically restrain me.
"No le pongas un dedo encima. No en enojo ni en lujuria," Trig had instructed.
Do not put a finger on her… Not in anger or in lust.
Patrice followed his orders to the letter.
"And Patrice," he grumbled, sparking up a cigarette from his perch in the driver's seat. "Jefekill Patrice."
