Page 27 of Isle of Seduction
“Of course. Like I was saying, I could have sworn Giulia came into town very recently.” His eyes narrow, making his round face looking even rounder. He’s in a complete tuxedo, clean shaven and blond hair gelled back, and I know he’ll play on his English pedigree during the campaign as another way to antagonise me. That’s fine by me, our voters’ base isn’t the same. It’s really the people who don’t know who to vote for we’re fighting each other for.
“Don’t be nosy, mate. We like to keep our story for ourselves, how we met and fell in love only belongs to us, I’m afraid.”
He recoils at my use of “mate” and I feel the move in my bones, because I feel the same way uttering it, even as sarcasm.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna steal my wife away.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes dip to the curve of Giulia’s ass, but we have something more pressing to do.
“Where are you taking me? I’m not done. You want me to get information on your competitor, the wives talk more than their lewd husbands.”
“We’re leaving, sweetheart, but not before a little detour.” I smirk and guide her outside through the manicured British garden. She goes for the town car waiting for us, but I take hold of her hand and direct her to the other side of the parking lot where a drunk Carmichael is trying in vain to open the door of his SUV. Talk about compensating for a small dick.
“Where are we going?”
“To mayhem, sweetheart.”
Her brow dips when she sees Carmichael who’s slow to turn in our direction when we approach him on silent steps. I don’t wait for him to talk. I punch him straight in the face until he collapses like a sack of potatoes, then kick at his round belly until he almost retches.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he heaves.
I stoop to the floor and grab a fistful of hair, raising his gaze to mine, vicious and burning. He averts his gaze when I move to show Giulia, who’s standing behind me, arms crossed over her chest, looking bored. Fuck, how is it that any annoyance on her face makes me hard?
“What are you doing, Andrea? Whatever it is, leave him be, he’s not worth it and you’re jeopardising your career.”
I ignore her because if I look up at her, I’ll obey and I need this motherfucker to pay the price of insulting my wife with his fucking blood on the pavement.
“Look at her.” Carmichael averts his gaze, but I pull at his hair harder. “I said ‘Look. At. Her.’ Nothing to say to my wife? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
Now that he’s at my mercy and no one’s around to tame the raging beast inside my chest that demands I protect what’s mine, I won’t be satisfied without breaking bones. I pull a switchblade from my pocket and hold it at his neck. Giulia’s demeanour changes. Her arms uncross and her lips part. I’d think she’s uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the constant shifting of her weight on each foot and the way she licks her lips. I smile at her and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Tell my wife you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” Carmichael whines.
I’m surprised when Giulia chimes, “Be specific.”
“You heard the lady.”
“I’m sorry I insulted you and implied you’re a prostitute.” He closes his eyes to avoid her disdain, but I fucking live for it.
“You won’t get away with this,” he cries.
“Oh, but we will,” Giulia says. “You’re gonna keep your mouth shut if you don’t want the press to know you beat your children when you’re too far in your cups.”
Fuck, she’s vicious. My heart rate picks up before my blood moves south at the retribution she promises. She’s magnificent, a goddess of vengeance all dressed in velvet, wearing my jewels around her throat. I can’t wait until she wears nothing but my ring on her finger and my cum on her face.
“And if you touch a hair on their heads one more time, you'll want to kill yourself. A rope is better than what I will do to you. Andrea, let him go,” she demands and I obey, the soldier of her wrath.
Carmichael’s on his knees, at the perfect height for Giulia to kick him in the face with her right foot in a move worthy of the best street fighters I’ve seen in a ring. The heel of her silver shoe breaks his nose and blood pours from it in the most beautiful splash of colour. She smirks at the surprise I can’t hide before sashaying away with a few last words. “Apology not accepted.”
I follow her, and we reach my town car in a few long strides. I signal to the driver to go take a walk. Before she can open the door, I press Giulia’s body against it and take hold of her face.
My mouth falls on hers at a punishing speed, our lips connecting in a movement I feel soul-deep. Instead of pushing me away, she fists the side of my jacket as if she needs the hold not to collapse. The slit in her dress allows me to move my thigh in between hers and she moans against me. I swallow the sound like it’s the only sustenance I need.
I press against her closed lips with my tongue, commanding her to open for me and she delivers, yielding to me, giving us both what we need. Our tongues dance across each other and I groan against her, growing harder, my mind threatening to lose its grasp on reality.
This kiss, it fucking shatters me.