Page 46 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

“Fuck. Next time, buddy, next time.”

With a sigh, I let myself in and head to the second floor when laughter stops me in my tracks.

I burst into the living room.

Declan and Lucie are on the floor, playing some weird card game and they’re laughing.

Something dark and savage grips me. “Get the fuck out, Declan,” I snarl. “And get ready. We’ve got work to do.”

Lucie jumps up as Dec stalks off. Her eyes glitter with anger. “What’s your problem?”

It’s a fucking good question. One I have no intention of answering. Nosy little thing that she is.

“Come with me.” I grab her and haul her twisting, fighting hot body up the stairs to my room. Our room. Whatever.

She turns, hand touching my chest and my cock immediately gets hard. “Are you going to ravage me?” There’s anger and sarcasm there, along with heat.

I respond instantly to all that. Doesn’t she get it’s all a fucking turn-on?

“No.”

“Good,” she snaps. “Because you’re an ass. And you’ve got blood on you. Been off fucking virgins to brandish their sheets like flags?”

“Too busy today for that. Put on your hottest dress.”

“Why?”

I drag her up against me and kiss her, pushing her lips apart with my tongue to lick a path into her, to rile her up, rile myself up just as much, to lose myself in her taste. Then when she’s soft, pliant, heart wild and breath uneven, I break that kiss.

“Because you belong to me. So you do what I say. We’re going to a sex club, and I’m going to show you exactly why that is. Get changed, Lucie. Now.”

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I slammy phone down as I wait in the bedroom.

Why the hell hasn’t Viv called? I get her not picking up or having her phone, but she has my number. I’m not a snitch to Dad. Besides, she’s safe now. I’m the one who got married.

And where’s the brute I married? He told me to get all hot, and then he stomped off. Why the hell was he so mad, anyway? Declan’s sweet, funny, and nice. I don’t really know the other two, but they’re nothing like Callahan.

I hate him. Despise him.

It’s just a pity that I also want him. He’s charming when he wants to be, and he seduces with a softness that plays under the hardness of him. But there’s dark in there, too. And… and I don’t actually think he’s soft. I think it’s a bullshit act.

I’ve seen him shoot people dead.

He killed John, shot him right in the head. I think there was brain— I swallow. John and I weren’t even remotely close, but he was still Headley’s friend. The man had my phone number, courtesy of my sister.

That might be one of the reasons why Viv ran away, leaving me in the dust. Headley would have told her his friend hadbeen shot and she’d have been in a total panic over it, maybe worried for her own safety because of her association.

I don’t know.

And I definitely don’t know what to make of Callahan.

He should be the kind of man to take and not think twice. To use me like his personal service whore and claim it’s his right to fuck me when he wants. We’re married.

But he hasn’t. Even when he made me go down on my knees, I’m the one who sucked his cock. He’d been about to push me away.

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