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“I put guards on you, Helena,” I growl.
“Gee, thanks Marco. How fucking swell of you. I appreciate it. You know what you did not do? You didn’t hold me. You didn’t kiss me, treat me with care. Did you see Antonio with your sister? You are my fucking fiancé, and you couldn’t be bothered to carry me off the plane and hold me while I cried!”
“I saw to your safety. I couldn’t take time out for more than that. I had to make sure my father was stopped. If I hadn’t done that, your life would still be in danger and so would my sister’s. I did what I had to do for the good of those I cared most about. It’s what I’ve always done. I won’t explain myself to you any more than that.”
“You—”
I hold up my hand while continuing to talk, refusing to let her get a word in. “And if you insist on saying fucking one more time, I will come over there, push you down on your knees and thrust my cock in that dirty mouth of yours and see just how dirty you can be,” I growl.
Her mouth drops open, and she stares at me before snapping it shut. She continues to glare. We have a silent standoff as I wait to see what she does next.
“Try it, Marco. I dare you. I tell you what, I’ll even open for your cock, but the minute—the very minute—you try to put it in my mouth, I’ll bite down and pull so hard you’ll be lucky if you have anything left but a fucking nub by the time I’m done.”
“Helena—”
“And yes, I said fucking again. It’s my favorite word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! As in go fuck yourself,” she snarls, letting her anger out completely and trying to burn me with it.
“Am I interrupting something?” Gio asks as he comes outside. He looks between Helena and I, and keeps his gaze on me, as if searching for an answer to a question he hasn’t asked—and better not. “I can come back. I just wanted to go over the contractor estimates we received this morning.”
“You’re fine,” Helena responds, pulling her gaze from me. “Marco and I are finished.”
I get the message she’s trying to send, but I’m not about to let her get away with him. I stand up and march to her. She starts to back away and I know she’s two steps away from running, but I shake my head no and for her sake, I hope she heeds my silent warning.
“Give me a minute,” I tell Gio, not bothering to look at him.
As I reach Helena she backs up. I advance one step and she takes two back. That’s probably a smart play for her—too bad it’s way too late. Our silent dance continues until she’s stopped because her back is against the glass of the terrace door. I slap a hand down on the door, at each side of her face. I get my body close so that I’m effectively caging her in. I push in alongside her. My hard cock presses against the softness of her belly and the silky fabric of her clothes. She gasps, her body jerking. I grin, but it’s not of joy, it’s dark, and I allow her a small glimpse of the monster that is going to own her body soon—own every delectable inch.
“Marco—”
“Your time to talk is over now, Helena. You told me what you wanted to say, you got your words out and now,” I murmur, reaching out to curl the sweet blonde ponytail of her hair and wrap it around my hand. I yank it, causing her to cry out, one she tries to stifle by biting into her lip. I run my nose along the side of her face, enjoying the minty freshness of her breath that is now coming out in small shaky puffs of air. “You belong to me. You have since you chose me and asked your father to arrange this marriage. I was reluctant, because I had a lot of shit on my plate, baby.”
“Marco—”
I let my lips brush against hers, my eyes still open and pinned to hers. “Silence. I told you, I’m talking.”
“O…okay.”
“I had a lot of shit on my plate and that shit was dark, so fucking dark the stink of it still remains on my hands and places I can’t even see, Princess.”
“I know.”
I pull back slightly to look at her, a cold smile stretching my lips. It’s likely she does know parts of it now. She’s my sister’s best friend and trusted confidant. It stands to reason that Melina has told her some. There’s no way she knows all of it. She can’t. I made sure that Melina was shielded from the worst of the shit, and I know DeLuca does the same. She sadly knows how horrible her father was—how could she not since he sold her to a sex trafficker and scarred her. Still, even she doesn’t know the half of it. That’s the gift myself, Sebastian, Gio, and Elias gave her and it’s one I’d give again.
