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“I’m serious.” He tightens his fist, and I hiss as my scalp burns. “I can’t go slaughtering people in my own damn club. So you do. Exactly. As I say. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” I whimper.

“Okay. I’ll think about.”

“You’ll think about it? No, I want an answer—” He crashes his lips against mine, snuffing out my words. The heat of his mouth, the pressure, the roughness of his tongue is fiery passion and unbridled desire that melts away every thought. I’m no longer interested in bickering or begging. All I want is to be owned and restrained with this kind of blissful agony that has the power to bring me to my knees for this man. My husband.

He leans back and licks his lips, his eyes hooded and beautiful. “Don’t push me on this.”

I could go on and on, push him until he gives me what I want. But I’ve been in this family long enough to know to pick my battles wisely. I’m not picking this one today.

“Okay.” I slide off his lap, and his expression falls as he gapes at me. “Where are you going?”

“I need to take a shower.”

“When you were in Tuscany,” he starts, and I screech to halt, unsure I like where this is going, “was it just you and the two of them?”

“Imelda and Tommaso, yes. Why do you ask?”

He gets on his feet and fixes his gaze on mine. “There wasn’t another man involved?”

I place a hand on my hip. “No, Nicoli. There wasn’t. So you can relax, you only have to kill one guy.” I can’t hide the sarcasm. “Now, I really need to take a shower.”

Nicoli grabs my wrist and pulls me back, his eyes downcast as he rubs his chin with his other hand. “Two girls and a guy?”

“Yes,” I retort. “Well done. You got it figured out.”

He yanks me close, my shoulder now touching his arm as he looks at me. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“About what?” My voice is barely audible. When Nicoli is this intense, I seem to be unable to breathe right around him.

“Two guys and a girl.” The words roll from his lips, and the air is suddenly laden with tension that laces around my core.

My lips part as I stare up into his eyes. “Hasn’t every girl thought about it?”

“It’s a yes or no question, Mirabella.”

“Yes.” I suck on my bottom lip. My time in Tuscany was erotic, sensual, and beyond my wildest dreams. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’ve thought about being with two men. “Why do you want to know?” I ask wearily, and his reply is a hard, heavy, heated kiss on the mouth, his tongue breaking past my lips to sweep at every corner. I’m liquid against him, melting into his side.

As he pulls back, he licks his lips, and I scrutinize his expression, trying to figure out where his head is, but he gives me nothing. Not a single clue.

“Now, go take that shower.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

MIRABELLA

“Where are we?” My gaze flits from one corner to the other of the underground parking area.

Nicoli closes the passenger side door. “A friend’s place.”

“What friend?”

“A friend that’s sort of…family.”

“I’m confused.”

Nicoli grabs my hand. “Just keep quiet and walk with me.”

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