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I don’t know who the man is, but the way his face pales confirms he knows who I am.
“Marchetti.” He says my name through a heavy burst of breaths. “My apologies.” He abandons his drink on the bar, doesn’t pay Neomi another glance, and scurries away from us.
I confiscate Neomi’s drink, and she reaches for it, but I hurriedly gulp it down. The glass shatters when I set it onto the bar. Without saying a word, the bartender grabs napkins and starts cleaning it up. I pull a hundred from my pocket and slip it into the tip jar as a thank-you while Neomi glares at me.
Since this isn’t a conversation I want to have in front of an audience, I capture her hand and lead her away from the crowd. Thankfully, for once in her life, she doesn’t protest.
She at least knows not to create a scene in a place like this.
I don’t release her hand until we’re in a darkened back hallway next to a door that saysJanitor Closet.
I stare her down in the limited light I’m provided, backing her against a wall and blocking her from running. “People know we’re contracted to marry.”
Neomi makes a show of picking fake lint from the shoulder of my blazer. “And?”
She wants to play games, but unfortunately for her, I never lose.
The sound of me ripping the strap of her glittery black dress echoes through the empty hall.
Her breathing falters, and she glances at the ripped strap, my face, then back to the strap, as if she’d imagined it at first. She grabs the ends of the straps and holds them together to prevent the dress from falling.
I get into her face and play with the other strap, pretending to contemplate also ripping it. “And being contracted to marry me means you don’t entertain another.”
She knows this.
Every person on this fucking planet knows that’s disrespect.
It’s common knowledge within the Mafia world that Neomi Cavallaro is promised to me, but some outsiders might be clueless. I don’t publicly advertise our engagement. For years, I’ve preferred that no one knew I was chained to this pain-in-the-ass woman.
But tonight, seeing another man with his hand on her caused something inside me to snap.
“Or what, Benito?” she asks. “Do you plan to handcuff me again?” She uses her free hand to tap my leg over my pocket—so damn close to my cock. “Do you have duct tape in there to shut me up as well? Until there’s a ring on my finger, I’m single.”
My cock twitches in my pants.
I lower my head, angling it between her neck and shoulder to hiss my answer in her ear, “You let another man so much as lay a finger on you from this point forward, I’ll kill him.”
She seethes when I grab that ponytail of hers and tug it back to expose her entire neck.
I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the soft skin, and she jerks against the wall. “It’s not all I’ll do to punish you, though.”
She scoffs. “Punish me? Piss off.”
“One thing about me is, I don’t play fair.” This time, I tug her hair so hard that she curses. “I’ll make you watch another woman drop to her knees, deep-throat my cock, and moan around my dick. You’ll stand there, watching her pleasure me while wishing it were you instead. And when I fill her mouth with my cum, I’ll make her spit it into your mouth.”
She flinches, but her eyes darken, as if daring me to do it. Her ripped strap drops when she releases it. She sinks her long nails into my arm, trying her best to cause pain through the fabric. “I’ll do the same then.”
Oh, my little unwanted soon-to-be wife.
She thinks she’s capable of such a thing.
Within seconds, my hand is gone from her hair, wrapping around the base of her throat. It’s a loose hold, but I can still feel her pulse bumping against my palm.
“You might think that you’re that ballsy,” I say, running a finger along the vein in her neck. “But trust me, you don’t have the guts.”
She shudders, causing glee to swarm through my veins.
“Soon enough, I’ll know every inch of youand this body.” I pull back a few inches, putting my face in hers so she sees I’m not fucking around. “Until then, I suggest you be on your best behavior, or a lot of innocent people are going to die.”
