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“Thanks,” I mumble and walk away.
* * *
Yawning,I make my way along the hallway to head for bed. Joey and I just watched seven episodes ofDrag Race, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I knew first trimester tiredness was a kicker, but it’s barely nine p.m.
I hear the sound of laughter before I see them. In fact, it’s not laughter. It’s giggling. High-pitched and squeaky. Dante comes into view, escorting a tall, beautiful brunette with boobs so huge she looks like she’s smuggling two bald men into the house beneath her dress.
He places his hand on the small of her back, guiding her into the large dining room that he barely uses. When the door opens, a chorus of laughter and shouting breaks free from the room. They’re having a party. He’s taking her to a party.
An overwhelming rush of anger blindsides me as if I’ve been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. It’s not just anger though. I’m heartbroken at his cruelty. She runs a hand over his chest and smiles up at him. Then he looks up and catches my eye. This is his chance to walk away from her and run to me, to tell me that this is all some misunderstanding and he’s not about to have sex with that woman tonight. Or one of the other women whose laughter is drifting out of that room. But he doesn’t do that.
He smirks at me.
Tears blur my vision as he disappears into that room with his hand on another woman’s ass.
Dante Moretti can go back to hell, and if he thinks I am ever sharing his bed again, he is sadly mistaken.
Chapter31
Dante
Isuppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when I went to bed to find that Kat wasn’t in our room. I guess, I deserved it after she saw me with that woman downstairs. Nothing happened, and it was never going to, but I let her think that it was.
I bang on the door of the guestroom where she used to sleep. “Let me in, Kat, or I will break this goddamn door down,” I shout.
“Go to hell,” she shouts back.
Fuck me, this woman is going to put me in an early grave. Using my shoulder, I drive against the door with all my weight and the wood around the lock splinters allowing me to step inside.
“Dante! What the hell?” she yells, jumping up and glaring at me.
“What the fuck are you doing in here? Did I give you permission to sleep anywhere other than my bed?” I advance on her.
“Permission?” she hisses as she pushes onto her tiptoes, her entire body vibrating with rage. “You think I need your permission to do anything.”
“No, you need my permission to doeverything, kitten. Now get your ass to bed or I will carry you there myself.”
“Like hell you will,” she retorts, her nostrils flaring as she stares me down. I haven’t seen this side of her in weeks, and it makes my cock ache with the memories of all the things I’ve done to her beautiful body. Why her smart mouth gets me so worked up, I don’t know, but I am a whisper away from fucking her where she stands.
“You think I would share a bed with you after you’ve been downstairs doing God knows what with those women?” she screeches.
There’s my feral little kitten. And damn, jealousy looks good on her.
I drop my head so I can lean closer to her. Pressing my lips against her ear and making her shiver in response. “Now, Kat. Do not make me ask you again.”
“Or what?” she challenges me. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw titled in defiance.
I can’t stand the tension any longer. My need for her burns through my veins like it’s my lifeblood. I’ve tried to stay away from her. To give her some space after what I did to her. I could have killed her and our baby and the weight of that will never be easy to carry, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need her like I need air. She gasps when I push her down onto the bed, crawling over her. I wedge my knee between her thighs, spreading them open for me.
She pummels her fists against my chest so I take her wrists and pin them above her head.
“Get off me,” she hisses. “I hate you.”
“You keep telling me that, kitten, but I don’t buy it.” I run my teeth over the soft skin of her neck, and she moans softly, almost inaudibly, but I heard it and it spurs me on.
“You’re an animal.”
“I know,” I laugh darkly as I pin her wrists with one hand so that I can touch her. My hand glides along the side of her body over her t-shirt, over her ribs and the curve of her hip until I reach the bare skin of her thigh.
