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“Are we set, Flip?” He nods at me, and I walk over to the closet and sigh.

Everything is covered in foam from the fire extinguisher.

“We’ll need to go shopping. Get this place cleaned up while we’re gone and order a new mattress set. Let’s go.” I take Genesis’s hand, and she hesitates.

“If I have to repeat myself, the spanking you’ve earned will be ten times worse.” I hiss into her ear.

“Great, you’re going to start our marriage off by hitting me?” I’m over this shit.

I flip her over my shoulder and slap her ass hard.

“Yes, and you’re fucking going to love it.”

Chapter Fourteen

Genesis

I’m fucking fuming as he dumps me back on my feet next to his Harley and carefully, hell, gently caresses my cheek while he places a helmet on my head.

It’s the look of pride and joy on his face that makes me spit in it. He wipes it off and looks at it before returning that one alluring chocolate brown eye to me.

“Preciosa, I’ll tolerate a certain level of disrespect from you because I know this isn’t something you ever wanted. But if you ever spit on anything other than my cock again you won’t be able to sit for a week. Are we clear?” What is it with this man and spanking?

“Is that going to be my punishment from now on? The little wife misbehaved so I’ll spank her ass like she’s a child?” I glare at him.

“Who said anything about spanking you? No, I’ll fuck your ass raw with only spit for lube. Now let’s roll. Hang on tight.” He drags me onto the back of his bike as if I were a human backpack and makes sure that my arms are secure around his waist.

“What does that mean?” I freak out as the machine starts to rumble under my ass.

“You’ve never ridden?” He looks over his shoulder at me in disbelief.

“NO! And I’m not exactly dressed for this.” I look at my legs and bare feet.

“Fuck.” He turns off the bike and helps me off the Harley, then thinks better of it and lifts me into his arms as he stomps his way over to a pickup truck.

“Get in.” He opens the door and plops me on the seat before closing the door to get into the driver’s seat.

I cross my arms over my chest to help hide my hard nipples. It’s not exactly warm outside now that the sun has set. He pulls out onto the street and then heads downtown. I don’t look at him and use the passing streets to calm my mind. It’s a familiar landscape that soothes me, and before I know it, we’re pulling into a private parking lot that he should not know about.

“They won’t let you in,” I warn as he stops at the guard booth.

“Why not? I have you here.” He says it matter-of-factly as he lowers the window to address the mercenaries my father uses as his personal security.

“You can’t… Ms. Torreli! Your father has been frantic.” He steps back and talks into the radio on his shoulder.

“Please let Mr. Torreli know Mrs. Maldonado and I have arrived to collect her things.” I stare at Zek as he says the words that would get any man killed.

Yet he seems calm, collected, without a care in the world for his own life. It’s fucking sexy and it shouldn’t be. This man is a lunatic, and if I play my cards right, I won’t have to find a way out of this unwanted marriage, ‘cause I’ll be a widow before dawn.

Why does that make my chest feel so heavy?

“Name?” The guard hisses, not taking his eyes off me.

One single tear, or even a hint that I’m in distress, and he’ll shoot Zek between the eyes. Instead, I shake my head and sitback, keeping myself hidden as much as possible so they don’t question my state of dress. Or lack thereof.

“Pirate.” That one word makes the guards perk up and mutter.

I watch them in fascination. What on earth could Zek have done to warrant that reaction from a bunch of assassins for hire? I look him over a little more carefully and can’t fathom what it is.

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