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“We’ve got a few hours to kill.” She ran her hands over her upper arms as if she were cold. That gooseflesh, however, could have an entirely different origin. “Shall we christen the cabin and consummate this marriage?”
Desire shot through me at the suggestion. My dick liked that idea a little too much. I leaned back and crossed an ankle over my opposite thigh. “No.”
Her eyes flashed. Not only had I just foiled her plans, but I’d outright defied her efforts of seduction. And the best part was that she had no idea how thinly I hung onto my control. This was no doubt the first of many such attempts. She was going to be naked or seductively dressed more often than not, which meant I couldn’t let my dick lead me along like a wayward teen every time we were around one another.
“Traditions run deep in the mob.” Talia took the argumentative, logical approach. “If we don’t consummate this marriage, it’s as good as paper.”
Such a goodie-two-shoes answer. She’d been well schooled in what was the proper place of a woman in the underworld. I fucking hated it.
“I’m not in a mob. I’m a solo act,” I ground out, letting a drop of my own displeasure slide out. “If we do consummate this marriage, it will be where and whenIchoose.”
“We’ll see,” she replied tartly.
Oh, princess, just you try.I would delight in her attempts. The challenge to resist her would be one of the most difficult things I’d done in ages, because a woman like her ought to be worshiped and adored. My dick pulsed greedily in agreement.
“I have a duty, and I won’t be the one who takes the blame for failure.” Her icy tone almost hid the fear. Almost. But not quite.
Hearing it roused the animal in me. That protective instinct that had sustained me through all these years to protect my own now reached out to encapsulate this stranger—this enemy. “No one will blame you for lack of effort,” I said smoothly.
Talia blinked, body jerking as if she didn’t believe me. Was there something more behind the perfect façade of my wife? What if Talia was different and she just didn’t know it yet? Were the traditions that had been drilled into her merely shackles she wore because she’d never had a choice? Could she be freed from them? Unleashed? I wondered if anyone had taught her about passion, about living.
I could.
I quickly punched down the thought. It was dangerous. Talia was the enemy, a woman bent on killing me, and any kind of exploration on my part would eventually lead to letting my guard down. I wouldn’t put myself at risk.
No matter how fucking good it would feel to sink into her, bury myself to the hilt.
“Go to sleep, Talia. You’ll have a full day tomorrow.” I pulled my book back into my lap and opened it, ignoring how my erection strained against my zipper.
I felt the whiplash of her anger as she demanded, “Where are my things? My luggage, my laptop—hell, my phone and purse?”
“At my villa, back in California.”
Talia huffed a ragged breath of disdain. “Am I expected to leave this plane in my wedding dress? Or rather, my undergarments?”
Now, there was a thought. My lips twitched. “I’ve provided everything you need from here on out. You’re my wife, after all.”
The energy around us sizzled with her rage. It was almost tangible. She was dazzling, a magnificent temptation. Her visible anger did more to stir the lust inside me than the sight of her naked flesh. I wanted nothing more than to pin her down and taste the rage.
“Goodnight, Drakos.”
“Goodnight,Mrs.Drakos.”
At my words, she slammed the door closed.
