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Clearly turned on, clearly damn in love with the girl.
Though I’ve got plans to blow his kneecaps out, I can’t even fucking blame the sorry prick.
Of course he’s in love with her—how can henotbe when she’s dancing with him like that?
She knowsexactlywhat she’s doing.
It’s only ammunition for her. She moves to the beat as if giving a performance, as if seducing everybody watching.
Where the fuck did she learn to dance like that? The same fucking place she learned to ride my cock like she did the night of our wedding?
The girl knows how to move her body. It comes naturally to her as she gyrates and her long, dark curls sway along her shoulders and down her back. The shimmery, silvery little dress rises up and teases more thigh, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants.
My fists tighten at my sides. She circles those curvy hips of hers in tune with the music and then flips her hair again, casting a demure glance over her shoulder at Matteo. Her dark eyes lock with his and he’s just as fucking enthralled as I am. He’s underher spell as she entices him like the seductress she’s proven to be.
My wife—my fucking naughty little wife—knows exactly what she’s doing as the beat picks up and so does she. She whips her hair and undulates her hips. The expression that unfolds on her face is the same one she’d worn on our wedding night. The same look she’d had in bed with me as she came, pussy wrapped around my cock.
It’s orgasmic. A woman in the throes of pleasure.
It’s what she’s acting out on the dance floor for every predatory male gaze in this fucking club.
I’ve never known what it’s like to lose my mind… until now. I can only describe it as blacking out. Tunnel vision that narrows everything around me and makes the ground shake beneath my feet from the sheer fury that’s about to erupt.
I break out into a fast stride across the club, forcing a path through the thick crowd, shouldering any and everybody out of the fucking way. Sabrina’s still swaying her hips when others on the dance floor finally realize I’m coming and they scramble back.
Matteo notices too, caught between the foolish urge to stand his ground over his ex-girlfriend and piss himself over the fact that Cato Valente is headed his way. In the end, he’s like everybody else, rushing to get as far away from my wrath as possible.
But I’ll deal with him later.
Right now, my focus is on my wife and my wife only. She wanted my attention and now she’s got it.
My hand clamps shut on her arm as she looks up at me and immediately tries to jerk it free. I only clench harder, wrenching her toward me ’til our faces almost touch and I bare my teeth at her.
“You wanted me home? You’re getting it, principessa. But I’m about to show you why you should be careful what you wish for.”
Chapter 10
Sabrina
Unholy - Hey Violet
“What’s the matter, Cato? Didn’t like seeing your wife have a little fun?” I ask as I’m dragged down the hallway.
Cato grips my arm with bruising strength, his jaw clenched and eyes dark as a storm. He doesn’t dignify my question with an answer. He hauls me toward our bedroom, wrenching the door open and yanking me through so hard the joint feels like it might pop out of the socket.
I stumble at the force of it, trying to regain my footing when he lets me go suddenly.
The door slams shut so hard the walls tremble. He stalks toward me, a sight that would make most double back—including many grown men—but instead I stand even taller, rising on tiptoe like some wild bird about to spread my plumage.
“You want to talk about rules, Cato?” I ask, voice loud and defiant. “Let’s talk rules. Because you don’t own me! I can go out whenever I want with whomever I want!”
“Adorable, principessa. You think this is a democracy. That you get a say.” He grabs me by the arms and whips me around so fast, my curls swing into my face. Holding me tight against him, my back to his front, he bows his head next to mine and whispers in my ear. “It’s not. Go out. Flirt and dance all you want. Just don’t act surprised when I remind you later that your body’s still mine to wreck.”
“I told you, don’t fucking touch me!” I snap at him, bucking in his hold.
The more I protest, twisting against his broader, taller framer, the more he reminds me how useless it is. He squeezes my arms tighter and holds me closer, demonstrating how I’m basically a misbehaving kitten trapped by a much larger, more dangerous predator.
“CATO!” I scream angrily, my cheeks hot.
