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Bella grunts. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“You don’t,” her mom says simply.
I smirk at her. “We’ll be married within a month, love, get used to the idea.”
She sticks her fingers down her throat and makes a puking sound, much to her mom’s disgust.
Even as she acts like she’s disgusted by the idea, I know it’s not true. She wants me as deeply as I want her. This magnetic attraction between us is impossible to deny, even if it does blur the lines between me and the woman I intend to destroy along with her family.
“Can we stop talking all about Bella and her wedding!” Luciana exclaims, as always dissatisfied by any topic of conversation that doesn’t revolve around her. “Cathal has invited us to his home for a party next week.”
“Are we all invited?” I ask in a mocking tone.
Cathal laughs. “Of course. I wouldn’t exclude you, Darcy.”
“Thanks,” I say, leaning toward Bella. “Another night we can spend together.”
“Over my dead body!”
I shake my head. “When are you going to stop fighting this and just accept you and I are happening?”
“Never,” she says defiantly.
“You’re very stubborn,” I whisper, snaking my hand under the hem of her dress. “Maybe I should finger fuck that stubbornness right out of you at dinner.”
Her eyes widen as she glares at me. “You wouldn’t dare!”
It appears my fiancée doesn’t know me very well if she thinks that I wouldn’t feel her up under the table at a family dinner. “How much would you like to bet?” My fingers slip into her knickers and I rub her clit, making her tense.
She slaps my hand away. “What the fuck?” she hisses.
“Don’t pretend like your pussy isn’t dripping for me right now,” I whisper into her ear. Leaning even closer, I run my tongue along the shell of her ear. “Be a good girl and let your fiancé touch you.”
“No way!”
I bite her earlobe. “You forget that I don’t care about consent.” Sliding my fingers back into her underwear, I slam them inside her and groan at the slick arousal coating them. “You’re so fucking wet, love.”
“Pig,” she says, but some of the fight has gone from her tone and her cheeks are flushed. I can’t take my eyes off of her cleavage as it swells with each breath she takes, clearly wound up by me.
“Why are you denying it? You want me as badly as I want you, Bella.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’s a lie?” Nina asks, no doubt noticing her sister’s distress.
Bella turns beet red. “Nothing,” she mutters, clearly not wanting to admit that right now she’s being fingered by her fiancé for obvious reasons.
Nina glares at me, looking like she’s about ready to murder me.
“So, Cathal. I hear you’ve struck a lucrative deal with the new leader of the Estrada Cartel. Is that right?” I ask.
Gio scoffs, “It’s fucking ridiculous, having a Russian at the head of the cartel in North America.” He shakes his head. “Next we’ll be run by the Irish.” He shudders, clearly forgetting that he is literally sitting with the leader of the Irish in Washington. The tension in the room thickens, a suffocating blanket of apprehension and fear. We all know he isn’t just talking about the Estrada cartel anymore.
The icy glint in Cathal’s blue eyes was enough to show for that.
Gio regrets his comment. “What are you saying about the Irish?”
“I mean that we should be led by our own, that’s all. Would you like an Italian taking over your organization?”
