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He shakes his head in disgust. “If I’m being targeted, it’s because of whatever your father did to Stephen Black.”
Above us on the second floor, a door slams.
I grit my teeth as I glance up. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
Uncle Ray waves his hand at me dismissively. “You disappoint me, Luca.”
Rolling my eyes, I shut the door. His feelings are the least of my concern when I’m still seething over Carina’s blatant disobedience and undermining of my authority.
I stalk up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When I burst into the room, I find her staring out the window, her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping maddeningly.
“Are you here to deal with the risk?” she grits through her teeth.
“Eavesdropping again, were you?”
She turns her angry glare to me. “It’s what I’ve had to resort to.”
Moving toward her, I say, “You’ve put me in a terrible position. Everyone in that room can either be a powerful ally to our cause or a powerful enemy if they see me as weak.”
“I didn’t ask you to fuck me, Luca. That was allyourdoing.”
“Was it?” I’m on her then, pressing her against the window. I run my hands over her body, tearing open the shirt to expose her breasts to me. “Or was it this ‘fuck me’ outfit and that red lipstick you decided to wear?”
Wrapping her fingers around my arms, she digs them in hard but doesn’t push me away. “This isn’t a ‘fuck me’ outfit,” she says, her breathing erratic. “It covers more of me than most of my clothes. I only wore it because you gave me no choice. If I had clothes—”
“The meeting was off-limits, regardless of what you wore!” I growl, pushing away from her in frustration. “You disobeyed.”
“You knew I would!” She mumbles something unintelligible as she begins to pace, pounding her fist against her forehead.
“Should I have tied you to the bed, then? Is that what you fucking want?”
She glances at it, and for just a moment, there’s a glint in her eye that tells me yes, she would like me to tie her to it. My cock twitches at the mere thought of doing it. Of knowing she’d enjoy it.
“Fuck.” I blow out a breath and wipe my palm down my face.
How is it possible I still want her to this extreme? I’ve fucked her so many times, in so many ways, she should be out of my system by now. But all I can think about is having more.
“Luca,” she whispers, her lips parting, her breaths shortening, as if she can sense my mounting desire.
“You need clothes,” I say. “For my own fucking sanity, you need clothes.”
Taking hold of her hand, I drag her from the room. First stop, the coat closet where I can get her into something warmer.
When we exit the house, several of the guards stand to attention. There are more than usual because of the security needed during the conference.
Hansen walks over to me, his brow furrowed. “Sir, is everything all right?”
“I’m taking my wife to her old house. Bring my bike around and an extra helmet, and assemble a team to escort us.”
“Bike?” Carina asks, and I don’t miss the crack in her voice.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Other than it’s a death machine?” she huffs.
I turn to her slowly and arch a brow. “You rode something much more dangerous than my Harley last night.”
She stares at me. “I want to say something smart-ass back, but you may have me there. I’ll ride your little bike, then.”
