Page 56 of The Mafia's Bride
It’s not long before Danica is kissing me, picking up on my need, throwing me roughly against the stone wall. Tongues clash, hands fumble with need and longing. My body hums to life, the fire Lex started having never fully extinguished.
This is exactly what I need to get under Lex’s skin.
It’s hard to ignore how her kiss doesn’t bring the same heat as Lex’s, or how it doesn’t make me yearn with crippling need. The intimacy, the way he seems to be able to play my body as if it was made for him is lacking from her light, gentle touches. Lex is power?—
I shake my head.No.I can’t think about him.
She reaches for my hair, pushing me further against the dark corner, holding me still. She rolls her hips, and I can’t fight the small moan. The attention, the touch, it’s building within me though nowhere near the fire from the night before.
I mentally shake myself, willing myself to only focus on the woman in front of me. She’s willing, pliable.
Slowly, I lose myself into the tangle of our tongues, going through with the mechanics, finding the rhythm in the way her bony hips push against me, the pumping of the bass in my ears and the hum of energy around us.
Strong, violent hands yank me away, feet tripping over the uneven floor as my eyes flutter open.
Angry copper eyes glare down at me though the rest of his face is oddly calm. But I see the rage, simmering coals ready to burn me alive.
“I gave you one order, menace.” His words are clipped short, yetsoft. “One order and you couldn’t follow it. What am I supposed to do now?”
Panting, I push the hair out of my face. “How did you?—?”
“Did you really think I would let my wife who was intent on running, who has told me she plans on leaving, be alone all day, if I didn’t have a way of finding her?” Dark brows rise incredulously.
I glance down to my ring, and the pink napkin wrapped under it, dotted with blood. It clicks almost immediately. “You put a tracker in the ring.”
He holds up my hand as one of his men comes to either side of us. “Ah, so you found my little trick.” At my sputtering words, he chuckles. “Did it hurt?”
“This is fucking assault.”
“Is it?” He blinks once innocently, finally looking to Danica. Two men stand on either side of her, holding her arms at her side. “Give me your phone.”
“Fuck you,” Danica spits out, but one man just digs the phone out of her hand without a word, almost breaking her wrist in the process.
I open my mouth to protest, but Lex silences me with a glare. He inspects it carefully turning the screen up then down, before he throws it into the wall beside my head with a sudden savagery that causes me to jump.
Pieces rain down onto the cement floor, and I hunker into myself to avoid a stray shard cutting me. For good measure, Lex smashes his heel into the glass, grinding the smallest bits into a fine dust.
“I realize you could buy a new phone, upload your information and dial her, or perhaps you’ve memorized her number. But this is to prove a point.” His face lowers into her vision, tugging his jacket straight and holds her gaze. That fury in his eyes is ragged, untamed. “Don’t contact my wife again. Don’t even fuckingthinkabout her. You are nothing but a waste of space, a parasite, and you do not deserve to breathe the same air as her. If you do?” He glances to the phone and smiles. “Well, you get the picture.”
He looks to one bald man and nods. “Get rid of her.”
I surge forward, ready to block their attempts when Lex grabs me around the middle and lifts me over his shoulder.
I am not a small woman. I have curves and extra pounds, but he lifts me as if I’m simply a piece of clothing he has to hang. One hand clamps down over my swinging legs, and the other picks up my fallen bag.
“We need to talk, Sloane. And I’d prefer not to do it in front of our audience.”
22
SLOANE
“Are you going to kill her?” I ask, hands pummeling into my husband’s back. None of my hits are causing him to falter as he continues out of the club with an easy stride. He moves past the crowded line of gawkers and further back still. Slowly, the crowd dies away, and I realize we’re completely alone in a deserted section of the clubbing area.
“I should,” he growls, unlocking the car door of his blacked-out BMW. “She’s nothing but an annoying gnat that doesn’t know when to leave.”
“You can’t kill her, Lex,” I exclaim, using his shoulders to push up further. I don’t go far. He adjusts me, opening the door with one hand. “This was my plan. She didn’t know what I would do. Or how I would use her.”
Dropping me onto my heels, his hands don’t leave my hips.
