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“It didn’t look like nothing,” I snap back, hearing the unhinged jealousy in my voice.
“What the fuck is your problem?” she asks, snapping back at me.
I step to the side as I grip her neck and throw her to the ground, where she lands on her ass. She looks up at me as the tray of empty glasses falls to the floor and shatters around her.
I slowly bend down in her face. “Do you not know who I am bitch?” I ask in a calm tone.
“Who? His whore of the week?” She asks while her eyes rapidly search mine. My heart races, I lift my hand, and the next thing I know, I am slapping her hard across the face; hard enough, the slap echoes,, and her head snaps to the side.
She covers her cheek as she turns her head and looks at me with tears in her eyes, and I slowly stand up. Christian comes up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder as he grabs my hips.
“I think you should leave,” Christian states calmly.
“You serious?” The girl asks in a surprised voice, still holding her hand to her face.
“Yes, unless you want her to kill you, and don’t expect me to stop her,” Christian says softly.
“This is fucking bullshit, Christian,” the girl yells at him, making my heart race for a whole new fucking reason.
“Go be a whore somewhere else,” I snap at her. I go to take a step, but Christian tightens his grip on my hips, keeping me in place. As the girl quickly stands up, turns, and walks down the hallway towards the exit, I quickly turn around, forcing Christian to pull back and release his grip on my hips. His chest is against mine, his eyes locked with me.
I lift my hand and slap him as hard as I can. His head turns back, and he looks at me. His breathing starts to increase. “Don’t let anyone other than me touch you, and don’t ever fucking grab another girl’s hair like that again,” I whisper to him, feeling anxious and empowered at the same time. Not that long ago, I wouldn’t have done any of this, but because of him, I feel in control and empowered. He is showing me that I have no limits, no lines I can’t cross, and it makes me feel fucking free.
“If a man can’t touch me, Christian, a woman can’t fucking touch you,” I say as calmly as I can.
“Bambino,” he whispers as he grabs my hips and leans into me, his head moving down, his lips almost touching mine. “I’m sorry, bambino. It meant nothing; you mean everything,”he whispers, instantly melting away my rage and jealousy. He closes the remaining distance and smashes his lips to mine.
He starts to move forward, tightening his grip on my hips and forcing me to move back. I grab onto his hips as he pushes me roughly into the wall. I open for him, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth, making me moan. He releases his grip on my hips; one hand grabs onto my throat, and the other reaches under my dress. He presses between my thighs, and I spread my legs for him as he cups my wet pulsing pussy, making my knees go weak.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Your pussy is the only pussy I need. Your lips are the only lips I need. Your touch is the only touch I need, and your whispers are the only whispers I need. You are an extension of me, and I am sorry if I made you second guess that, bambino. Let me remind you,”his tone is soft, and a mixture of guilt and desire is in his voice.
He smashes his lips back on mine as he slides my panties to the side and moves his fingers through my folds and to my aching core. He presses his chest into me, pinning me between him and the wall as he slides two fingers into my ready and waiting pussy.
I close my eyes, and my head falls back against the wall as my pussy wraps tightly around his fingers. Christian has no problem validating me when I need it. He has no problem reminding me who the fuck I am to him. It is one of the million things I love about him.
47
Christian
Nicole completely lost her shit and is fucking pissed. I don’t think I have ever seen her like this. What happened in my office not only changed me, but I can now see how it has changed her. Me reassuring her that she is the one for me has seemed to help, but I can see that she is still on the fucking edge. She is downstairs with the other girls, helping them pass out drinks and taking orders. I don’t fucking like it, but she doesn’t want to see what Ty and I do up here. I slowly stand up from my chair and make my way over to the full-size window. I stop next to Ty as he leans his shoulder against the wall, looking out at the casino.
“Well, that was a surprise,” he says with amusement in his tone as he continues to look over the people, keeping his eyes on one girl, one girl he has been watching for fucking months.
“Yes, it was,” I confirm, leaning against the wall. I watch Nicole walking around with the girl Ty has had his eyes on. Nicole is smiling and laughing with her as they make their way through the crowd of people.
“She does not like others touching you, man,” Ty says, laughing and shaking his head. Yeah, that is no shit. She and I are one in the same with our jealousy, just like we are with everything else.
“The feeling is mutual,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on Nicole as she hands a drink to a guy that comes in whenever his wife is out of town, which lately seems like a fucking lot. Nicole can do whatever the fuck she wants, whenever she wants, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know where she is at all times. She is always with me, and when she isn’t, she isn’t that far away, and that is how it has been since I found her in that fucking basement. She doesn’t seem to want to be away from me, just as much as I don’t want to be away from her. We are finding peace within each other.
“She seems to be doing better, a lot better, actually,” Ty says calmly. His words are true, but I still worry about her, and I don’t think that feeling will ever fucking go away. I just want to protect her and keep her safe.
I nod as I take a deep breath. “She is. It is taking time, but she is doing much better,” I confirm softly. Since the office sex, she has seemed a lot better. I still find her staring at herself in the mirror or stiffening when I touch or kiss her brandings. It wasn’t like it was a week ago, she has made progress, a lot of fucking progress, and I will do anything in my power to make sure she continues to be okay and heals from what those fucking sick bastards did to her.
“Need anything from me, Christian?” Ty asks, looking at me. There are a million things I could ask of him, but only one is the most important, and it has nothing to do with my business.
I turn my head and look into his eyes. We both search each other’s eyes for a moment. “Yeah, just watch over her, please,” I ask calmly.
He nods and smiles. “You know I will.”
