Page 27 of His Vicious Desire

On our way to that aisle, she stops in an aisle for hair stuff as in various hair ties.She grabs some covered in velvet and another pack of thin, black elastic.

In this aisle, she scans the shelves.She’s grabbing one, then another, comparing them.I notice one is less than ten dollars, and the other is almost thirty.It does seem a little crazy, considering how small both bottles are.I don’t give a shit if one is double the price.

I snag the more expensive one from her hand and toss it in the basket.“Are we done?”

Her snort is cute.“You wish.I need clothes and other stuff.”She blushes, and I’m relieved she has no idea a pair of her panties is missing from what she brought yesterday.No way in hell was I giving up a pair of her panties that had even a trace of her juice on them.“If not, I’m going to be doing laundry every few days.”

Sighing, I allow her to steer the cart toward the food section of the store I had no idea it had.I haven’t been in this place in years.

“Gaetano, do you like what you do?I mean, do you wish you could do something else?”The question is small and soft, and she’s got her eyes fixed on the array of chips in front of her as if they were the most interesting thing she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I like it.I’m not cut out to spend a day in an office with a boss micromanaging me or even going out on my own.This is the life I was raised to live, and I like my life.”Snagging a bag of chips, I toss it in the cart.

I don’t miss the way her shoulders sag at my answer.She pastes a fake smile on her beautiful face.“That’s good.I mean, isn’t that the point of it all, to like your life?”It isn’t really a question.“Oh, I love these chips.They are my favorite of all time.”

After tossing the chips in the cart, she turns and sways.“Ooh, okay.”

I’m behind her in an instant, catching her arm to bring her up against me.“Are you all right?Do you want to leave?”

A hum comes out of her as she sags into me.Between the low hum and her soft, sexy body against mine, my cock turns to steel.“No, it feels good.It’s a nice floaty feeling, not scary or anything… I was scared yesterday?”

Christ.It’s not easy to focus.I nod.“After the gummy kicked in, it freaked you out because it was too strong.Are you sure?”

Her nod is emphatic.“Yes.I’m fine.It’s not horrible.And I stopped feeling icky and cranky.I like it.I’m good.”

“This is as much as you’re going to feel it.Considering it kicked in before we left the house.”

She whips her head around to me and stands on her own—thank god because my cock is about to fucking break.“You knew and didn’t tell me?”

I shrug.“I thought you knew yourself when you messed with my stereo.It didn’t seem like something you would do without being high.”

A pout is on her delicious mouth, and I take a step back from the edge of fucking up completely.Then she considers my words.“Okay, yeah, you’re right.I did kind of fall into your car, and I felt a bit happy, like the first time I got drunk, but not as strong.I like this over alcohol.”

“Good to know.Also, you aren’t touching either of them until you’re twenty-one.Do you understand?”

The brat rolls her eyes at me.“Yes, Mr.Bossypants.Ooh, I love this white cheddar popcorn, but I can’t find it anywhere.That means two bags.“

I’m working on forcing my cock down, thinking of the last time my wife tried to start something in the bedroom does the trick.I turn to find Bianca bent over, looking at something on the bottom shelf.“I’m low on butter.That’s where I’ll be.”In the coldest part of the store, hopefully it helps.

“Okay,” I hear her chirp from behind me.

I’ve thrown a thing of butter in the cart and am strolling around the cold section when I spot the edible cookie dough I remember Sandro talking about because Bianca wanted it.He mentioned he had no idea there was a difference between edible cookie dough and the stuff ready to bake.I reminded him of something called salmonella.

I throw a roll of the edible dough in the cart.I’m working hard to remember everything he said about Bianca, and by the time she finally finds me, the cart is almost full.

“Where did you go?I thought you left me for a minute.”That pout, fucking hell, that pout.All I want to do is kiss it away.

“Sorry, I was trying to make sure I got the stuff you would want as food and not simply snacks.Aside from the rice, beans, and tortillas, there isn’t a whole lot else in my cupboards I thought you would like.”I explain.“I should have at least stayed closer to the refrigerated section the way I said I would be.”

I’m impressed at how much she can carry.Her arms are overflowing with more chips, salsa, queso dip, pancake mix, and a mini waffle maker.Lifting an eyebrow at her, I take the two other bags of chips and toss them in the basket.I slide the glass jar of salsa from under one arm and the queso dip from under the other arm and place them both in the cart.

I take in the mini waffle maker and box of pancake mix.“I have a waffle maker at home.”

Her eyes are wide, and I could get lost in those chocolate depths if I let myself, but I don’t because one of us has to keep it together.“This one is better.You can change out the little plates into all these awesome shapes, Gaetano.A heart, a sunflower, Santa Claus—who wouldn’t want a Santa Claus waffle, and then you can have little griddles to make stuff like eggs and stuff.This is a way better one than the one you have.A heart, Gaetano.Please.Please, can we get it?”

Closing my eyes against her pleading, I understand why she’s such a brat.I can’t tell her no.Not to a fucking thing, and if she ever figures that out, I’m screwed.“Fine.”

The squeal of happiness as she tosses it in the basket is loud enough, it catches the attention of a woman a few feet away.

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