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“Fine.” I storm out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then I snatch my pillow from the master bed.
Neomi eyes me warily when I return to the guest bedroom, and those eyes harden when I toss the pillow next to hers on the bed.
“I guess this is also where I’m sleeping.” I dump the contents inside my pocket onto the nightstand, drop my gun next to the pile, and then strip out of my clothes. “I doubt this bed will be as comfortable, given it’s probably a century old.”
The only furniture my father allowed me to swap out was the master bed. I was adamant I wasn’t sleeping in my late grandparents’ bed. I promised to store the bed in my air-conditioned garage and return it in pristine condition.
Her breathing hitches when I tear back the comforter and join her in bed.
She shifts onto her side, digs her elbow into her pillow, and dramatically glares at me. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
The bed squeaks as I rest my back against the headboard.
I give her a mocking smile. “You know, I won’t be so nice next time.”
She blinks, her long lashes fluttering. “Excuse me?”
“Because of your attitude right now, recent orgasm or not, next time, I’ll make you beg me to eat your sweet pussy.” I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth and shake my head in disapproval. “The things I will make you do before I allow you to ride my cock will be amazing.”
And I can’t wait.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
NEOMI
Boundaries.
My husband has none.
Last night, while I was dreaming of running away to Hawaii and falling in love with some rando surfer, Benny picked me up and carried me to our bedroom.
He dropped me onto the bed with a thud—not gentle, of course—and told me, “Keep your ass there unless you want to sleep outside instead.”
Then, he shut off the light and joined me in bed. Since he was right about our bed being more comfortable and because I was tired, I kept my ass there.
Like yesterday, my bed is void of Benny when I wake up. I didn’t hear him leave this morning. When I reach for my phone on the nightstand, I realize it’s still in the guest room.
I slap my arm over my eyes and groan when I remember what happened in his office. I plead temporary insanity for my behavior. And desperation.
After cleaning the kitchen after our dinner last night, I showered and called my mother. She answered the call, frantic and sobbing, and it took me five minutes to calm her down before I could make out her words. Someone had murdered Riccardo, and she was scared about who was next.
Then, her request came.
“Neomi! You have to convince Benny to find someone to marry your sisters! He is our best bet to protect them!”
I argued and told her the Cavallaros were a strong family, but her voice was unsure whether Tommaso would be fit to take over the family.
I changed into the ridiculous nightie someone had hung up in the closet and performed the walk of shame into Benny’s office. I intended to sleep with him to fulfill my mother’s wishes.
That sure didn’t work.
Thrill shoots through my veins when I remember what happened in his office—play-by-play. Even if it was a bad idea, it will forever be a memory I’ll appreciate.
I stretch my legs, relax into the mattress, and lower my hand between my thighs. As my fingers slip into my panties, I’m already soaked.
I think of Benny and how he touched and pleasured me with his tongue.
Sweat builds along my forehead as I remember how much I liked it.
