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Benny doesn’t hold the appearance of a monster.
Only when you dig deep inside do you realize how dark he is.
His black Armani suit is tailored to fit his tall frame. He’s not wearing a tie or bow, and his cuff links shine in the light.
Black is his color.
The only color I can imagine him wearing.
My parents expect me to hand over myself to a man whose heart is as black as the night. He’ll ruin it, corrupt it with his cruel hands, and leave me with nothing but brokenness.
I can’t let that happen.
“You look good.” He runs the pad of his thumb over his full bottom lip. “Although I prefer seeing you in ripped dresses better.”
I roll my eyes. “Save your half-assed compliments, Marchetti.”
“Would you rather I say you look like shit?”
“I’d rather you not speak to me at all.”
“God, I can’t wait to see you on your knees, that smart mouth choking on my cock.”
Is that all he thinks about with me?
How he’ll choke me with his cock?
I tilt my head to the side and sneer at him. “If I look so good, shouldn’tyoube the one on your knees?”
He rolls his strong shoulders back. “I’m more than happy to drop to them right now. All you have to do is ask.”
“Let me make this clear.” I use my finger to create an imaginary line separating us. “We will sleep in separate rooms. You won’t touch me.” I walk closer to drive my point through his thick skull. “Communication will be limited. We will be married strangers.”
My words appear to amuse him.
He taps his fingers against his glass. “Do you remember my warning?”
“The warning of me watching youfuck another woman’smouth in front of me?” I flip my hair over my shoulder. “Spare me the idle threats. I’ll never be jealous of another woman being with you.”
He lifts his chin and spreads his legs wide. “So, you’re good with me getting it elsewhere?”
I don’t reply.
“Answer me.”
I glare.
“Your lack of response tells me that’s a yes. Glad we cleared that up.” He cheers me with his glass.
He walks away, leaving me alone in the corridor.
Twenty minutes later, I’m back in the foyer, speaking with one of my mother’s friends, when I catch Benny walking by. My mouth turns dry at the realization he isn’t alone. He’s holding a tall blonde’s hand and leading her down a dim-lit corridor, screaming off-limits. Anywhere screaming off-limits in the Marchetti mansion implies death. You don’t curiously wander around this home without consequences.
Yet that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
I drain my champagne, drop the flute onto a server’s tray, and follow their path from a safe distance. My heels are loud against the marble floor, so I stop to level myself against a wall and remove them.
If this wasn’t Benny, I’d believe I was marrying the stupidest man on the planet for his lack of discretion. But Benny is notorious for his intelligence and tactfulness. This is a game to him.
