Page 15 of Explosive Union
Her smile is sweet as she reaches for a slice of toast. “I do not have to follow the rules your women have to.”
My temper rises as I realize exactly what she’s saying. “Who?” My words are rumbled.
She merely continues to smile at me. “What?” she asks innocently. I, for one, am not buying into the bullshit. She damn well knows what I’m talking about.
“Who have you fucked?” I hiss, trying my hardest to stop the red haze of anger from taking over.
This isn’t supposed to be how it is. Our women are meant to be pure. Only for us.
She rises to her feet. “Tit for tat? I mean, you’re not a virgin yourself. How about you get the fuck off your high horse and step into the twenty-first century.” She takes a bite out of her toast and turns to her mom. “Thanks for breakfast, Mam. I’ve got a headache.”
She doesn’t even wait for anyone to say anything. She waltzes right out of the room, leaving me seething. What the fuck?
I get to my feet. This conversation is far from fucking over. I follow her out of the room and find her looking down at her cell phone, her focus solely on that. My hand snaps around her wrist, and I pull her back.
Within seconds, her cell’s gone from her hand, she’s got her fingers wrapped around my neck, and I’m flush against the wall.
“Touch me again, asshole, and I’m going to remove your testicles and feed them to you.” Her voice is unlike anything I’ve heard. It’s low, angry, and filled with so much darkness. But what I don’t see etched on her face is fear. This woman has some fucking balls going toe-to-toe with me.
I grip her hips and spin us around. Her hand leaves my throat, and I push her against the wall. “You may be the princess here, but don’t push me, little girl. I’ll punish you for it.”
“Try it,” she hisses at me.
I move so our bodies are pressed against each other. I’m harder than stone, and I know that when the time comes for us to fuck, it’s going to be electric.
Three weeks.
That’s how long I have to wait.
“If you want to stay alive,” she growls, “remove your hands from me.”
I laugh. Christ, she’s crazy as hell. “Do you know who I am?”
She raises a brow. “Like I give a fuck. You’re the son of the Gallo Famiglia. You’re the one who’ll take charge when your daddy dies. So fucking what? You’re still an asshole who has been told twice to remove your bloody hands from me.”
I chuckle. Damn… but she pushes all the wrong buttons. “Trust me, little girl, I’m so much fucking more than that.”
“Your family needs this union more than we do. Hell, I’m all for calling it off and having you killed. It’ll make my life so much easier. There’s nothing worse than being stuck with a fucking prick who doesn’t know how to treat people. I am not your woman. I will never be that. The day we say I do, it’s going to be carnage. I don’t like you. You’re chauvinistic, misogynistic, and you’re a bastard who has no idea what the real world is like. Don’t worry,darling,” she says sarcastically, “I’ll teach you.”
“You’re about to become my wife, Jade. You’ll do as I say.”
She presses closer to me, her face inches from mine. “This is the last time I’m asking. Get your fucking hands off me.”
I can’t take it any longer. She’s not listening to me, and nor will she. Her anger is riding her, and she’s lost. So I take her mouth, my tongue sweeping past her lips.
A little moan escapes her as I deepen the kiss, our tongues battling for dominance, my cock, thick and heavy, pressed against her stomach. I grip her hips tighter, pressing against her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back with as much passion as I am her.
I feel her shift her leg, and within seconds, I’m doubled over in pain.
“You fucking kneed me,” I growl as I get to my full height.
She takes a step away from me, smiling brightly. “I asked you three times to take your filthy hands off me and you didn’t. I did the only thing I could.” Her smile widens. “Next time, Rocco, do as I ask, and you may just survive our marriage.”
My balls ache as I stare at her retreating back.
I’m going to fucking kill her.