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"Enough," I say, through gritted. What does she think she's doing? People can see her. Fuck. I shouldn't be seeing her, like this. I stride across the room and grabbing her shoulder and pushing her into the dressing room.
"Get dressed," I bark. "Now."
She arches a brow. "Aren't you going to help me choose an outfit?" Her tone is coy and flirtatious. It only serves to anger me.
"I will not play your games," I snarl. "Get dressed. We're leaving."
I turn on my heel and stalk to the other side of the room, putting distance between us before I do something I’ll regret.
I have a duty to protect Isabella, not seduce her. I will not fail my Capo again.
Isabella emerges from the closet a few minutes later, dressed in her jeans and a simple top. I throw her a dark look and she holds up her hands in surrender.
"I'm dressed. Satisfied?" Her tone is mocking, but there's a thread of unease running through it. She's realizes she's pushed too far.
Good. She needs to understand that I am in control here, not her. I am the one protecting her, and if she thinks she can manipulate me, she is sorely mistaken.
I jerk my head toward the door. "Get in the car. Now."
Isabella opens her mouth like she wants to argue, then thinks better of it. She stalks past me without a word. We're out the door and in the car before she protests. I start the engine and pull into traffic, my jaw clenched.
Isabella scowls at me, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you doing? I wasn't finished shopping."
I cut her a sharp glance. "We're done."
"You can't just order me around like this!" Isabella snaps.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I struggle for control. She's right, but I won't admit it. Not when she's deliberately provoking me.
"You've had your fun," I say flatly. "Now we're going back to the house, where you'll stay out of trouble."
Isabella makes an outraged sound. "You arrogant bastard! Who do you think you are?"
I don't respond, keeping my gaze fixed on the road. The drive back to the house passes in angry silence. But beneath the anger simmers a current of desire I can't escape.
Isabella has ignited a fire in my blood, and I have no idea how to put it out.
The memory of Isabella in that red dress assaults me again, and I can almost feel her soft lips wrapped around my cock. I picture her gazing up at me with those emerald eyes as she takes me deep in her mouth.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I struggle to stay focused on the road. I shift in my seat, uncomfortably aroused. Isabella remains stubbornly silent beside me, but I know she's aware of the effect she has on me. We both know she did that on purpose.
By the time we reach the house, I'm fit to burst. I throw the car into park and drag Isabella up to her room, kicking the door shut behind us.
In my mind, I see her bent over the chair in front of my desk, skirt hiked up to reveal the lacy black panties she wore to torment me today. I rip them aside and thrust into her wet pussy, pumping hard as she cries out in pleasure.
Breathless, I lean back against the door of my room and rake a hand through my hair. I can't do this. I can't give in to these primal urges, no matter how much I might want to.
Isabella stands in the center of the room, watching me. Waiting.
I meet her gaze and see the challenge there.
"Drink?" Her tone is brittle.
I should refuse. "Why not."
She pours two shots at the bar in the corner of the room and slides one over to me. I knock it back, the familiar burn chasing away my doubts. The second shot follows quickly after.
Isabella watches me, her expression inscrutable. When I reach for the bottle again, she places her hand over the top.
