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“And if I was to drop you home, would you act on this text?” he asks, glaring at me.
“No. Of course not.”
“But you let him kiss you right outside my house, so how do I know you wouldn’t give in to him?” The car arrives at the house and Michael gets out to open my door. Anton grabs my hand, stopping me from exiting. “Well?”
I pull free and escape the vehicle. He follows. “I’m getting whiplash from your mood swings,” I mutter, rushing up the steps. The door opens and I push past the staff member. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you think it’s time we went back to our own lives?” I head upstairs, taking them two at a time, but he’s hot on my heels.
“No, I don’t,” he snaps, grabbing my hand before I can enter the spare room. He guides me to his room.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging my arm free. Anton pushes his door open and I stare open-mouthed. Inside, candles decorate the entire room. The flames flicker and the shadows on the walls look like they’re dancing. Red rose petals stand out against the white bedsheets, and I gasp. It’s beautiful.
“Piper, I wanted our first time to be like you imagined your real first time to be. The candles, the rose petals. But then, I lost control and,” he pauses, “well, you know how that ended. So, I wanted to make it up to you.”
“You remembered what I said?” I whisper, hardly daring to believe he listened to the details I spewed out weeks ago. No one’s ever done anything so romantic for me.
“Of course, mia amata.My love.” He gently moves my hair over my shoulder and reaches for the first button on my shirt. “I wanted a chance to put it right. Screwing you against a wall outdoors wasn’t how I wanted things to go between us.” He presses his lips against mine and takes his time. This is a different kind of kiss to how we usually kiss. It’s gentle and slow.
My mind races. When he takes what he wants from me, I don’t usually have time to think. My body reacts and I lose control, but when he’s gentle like this, I think of all the reasons we shouldn’t do this again. “Relax,” he whispers against my lips.
“I can’t. You’re giving me too much thinking time,” I say. He smiles and pushes my top from my shoulders until it falls to the floor. He unfastens my jeans and pushes them down my legs for me to step out of them. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I mutter “A second ago, you were mad with me.”
He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I sit down. “I’m still mad,” he says, kissing my cheek and nipping along my jaw. I close my eyes, trying to fight the butterflies he’s causing in my stomach. “But this needs to happen,” he adds. I frown, but before I can question him, he pushes me to lie down and parts my legs. Running his mouth along my inner thigh, he drags his warm tongue along my skin until he’s between my legs.
He pulls my underwear to one side and slides a finger into me. “Your smell drives me insane,” he growls, licking along my opening. I buck off the bed. “And you taste even better.” He buries his mouth against me, sucking, licking, and biting, giving me no time to process before I’m coming apart. I’m still trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts when he flips me over and places his erection at my entrance.
“You’re addictive,” he pants, entering me. He pushes me down into the bed and fucks me. I cling to the mattress to stop myself shifting up the bed as he pounds into me. “We could have this all the time,” he adds, “if you’d just forget about him.” He moves faster still, digging his fingers into my waist. “I had no choice but to make you mine, Piper, you have to believe that.”
I frown. “What are you talking about?”
He growls, stilling as his orgasm builds. “Fuck,” he pants, shaking.
“Anton,” I hiss, “you didn’t use a condom.” I try to wriggle away, but he holds me there, slowly moving back and forth as he releases into me.
I lay still, lying my head against the mattress and glaring at the wall. He pulls from me, and I feel our wetness coating my thighs. Anton runs his hand up my leg, and I try to shove him away. He pins me to the mattress again and rubs our juices into my skin like he’s marking me.
When he’s satisfied, he lets go of me and heads towards the bathroom without a word. I push to sit and look around the room. It felt so romantic moments ago, and now, it feels cheap and dirty. I brush away some of the rose petals in distain. “What the fuck was that?”
“Sex,” he says, and I hear the shower running. “Isn’t that how you like it with Hulk?”
I roll my eyes. “We’re back to that?”
“A fucking cheap text is all it takes, right, Piper? I treat you like a queen, fly you to Italy, hire cocktail waiters to serve you . . . I even make your first time a fucking reality, but he sends you a booty call and your eyes light up.”
I push up from the bed and go into the bathroom, where steam billows from the shower. “That’s not true. You’re making shit up so you can be angry. When we started this whole thing, you said it would help me win Hulk back. It’s what you wanted.”
“Because I knew it’s what you wanted.”
“Well, I don’t want it,” I shout. “Not anymore.” I frown, realising my words are true. I don’t want Hulk.
“It’s too late for you and him anyway,” Anton mutters, turning his back to me and rinsing soap from his body.
“What did you mean?” I ask, feeling uneasy. “When you said you had no choice but to make me yours?”
“The file is in my bag,” he mutters. I go back into the bedroom on shaky legs. His bag is by the door, and I stare at it for a few moments. Crouching down, I unzip it to find a blue paper file on top of his clothes. Sliding it out, I open it and run my eyes over the piece of paper inside. The words jump out at me. Marriage certificate.
My heart pounds in my ears, making a whooshing sound. I go to the bed and sit, gripping the certificate in my hand even though the words have now gone blurry. I’m so lost in panic, I don’t hear the shower turn off or Anton entering the room.
Then, I feel him watching me from the doorway, trying to gauge my reaction. “What the hell is this?” I finally manage to squeeze out.
