Chapter 46
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Although irritating, it’s fun when Pippa disobeys me.
I get to punish her for it.
Most of the time, she gets the patient version of me, but she loses that when she doesn’t listen. I told her I was driving her back to New York, so that meant I’m goddamn driving her back.
The Uber driver mutters something about calling the cops while I fix my stare on Pippa in the back seat.
Did she think I wouldn’t find her?
Everything she owns is tracked by me.
If possible, I’d put a damn device in her skull.
“Let’s go.” I snap my fingers and jerk my chin toward my Mercedes in the road.
She stubbornly crosses her arms. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I stick my head inside the car. “Shall I kill your driver, then?”
“What?!” Fred yelps, a tremble in his tone.
Since I hacked into her phone, I knew who Fred was and his background information before she even got into his car. I also disabled his phone and car camera without him knowing it.
My parents might have invested in expensive schooling for me, but they made sure I was skilled at hacking into shit. That’s priceless.
Pippa is precious cargo, and I won’t allow anyone else to drive her. I also want to spend time with her. What better way than when she’s trapped in a vehicle with me?
Pippa leans in closer. “You really need to stop threatening violence to get what you want.”
“Why?” I raise a brow. “It gets me what I want. Now, get your ass out of this car.”
“Sorry, Fred.” She shoots him an apologetic look, but that look turns ice cold when it shifts to me. “I’m only doing this so you don’t kill an innocent man.”
I place my hand on my chest. “Me? Never.”
I step back a few steps, allowing her space to exit the car, and she snubs my attempt to help her out.
As soon as she’s out of the car, Fred hits the gas, makes a U-turn, and speeds off.
Pippa stands in the road, scanning her surroundings. My sweet dancer knows she’s at my mercy. If she tries to make a run for it, she has nowhere to go. The closest town is a forty-minute walk, and this road has little traffic.
Since she still loves to test me, I make sure she doesn’t try by grabbing hold of her ponytail on my way back to the Mercedes. She winces, slapping at my arm while I pull her toward the SUV, as if having her on a leash.
“I told you I’m taking you back to New York,” I say, not releasing her until we’re at the passenger door, and I shove her inside. “And that’s what I’m doing.”
“I hate you,” she snaps while I shut the door in her face. Her glare follows me through the windshield as I circle the front of the car.
“Now, what the fuck’s your problem?” I ask after sliding behind the wheel and driving off.
“Why’d you bomb Igor’s car? ”
“I didn’t bomb anyone’s car.”
She sucks in an irritated breath. “You’re impossible.”
“Don’t act like you give two fucks about Igor.”
“Maybe I do.” She unclasps her heels and tosses them on the floorboard.
I cast her a glance. “I’ll bomb his house with him in it next time, then.”
“I was looking forward to spending the day with him, and then you had to ruin it.”
“You were looking forward to spending the day with him?” I repeat, the words slowly falling from my mouth, as if wanting her to comprehend the bullshit she just said.
She juts her chin out. “Yes, he seemed like a nice guy.”
“He isn’t a nice guy.”
“And you are?”
“Fuck no, but that doesn’t mean you’re not mine.” I flash her a smile. “Fortunately for me, my sweet dancer, you enjoy how crazed I am for you. You accepted my insanity, so that makes you mine.”
She curls her upper lip. “Do you expect me to still be yours when you get my cousin pregnant?”
Gritting my teeth, I tighten my knuckles around the steering wheel.
So, that’s what brought out this attitude.
Someone—a fucker named Cernach, I assume—disclosed my other contract.
“That’s how you’re getting me out of Cernach marrying me off, isn’t it? Having a baby with Riona?” She grimaces. “So much for you not touching her. ”
I rub my nose. “I did it for you.”
“You’re going to fuck my cousin for me?” She claps before making a bravo motion. “That’s definitely what’s best for me.”
“Don’t press me on the issue.”
Lowering my speed, I attempt to relax my rampant heart. Pippa doesn’t help with that problem when she flings open the door. I slam on the brakes and swerve over to the side of the road as she jumps from the SUV.
Is she fucking nuts?
As I shift into park, she scrambles away, barefoot, from the road toward the middle of fucking nowhere, surrounded by trees. She peers over her shoulder, watching me follow, and doesn’t increase her speed.
This woman loves to fuck with my goddamn head.
We walk deeper into the wooded area, the SUV or road no longer in view.
My dancer isn’t doing this to escape me.
She doesn’t want to be rescued.
She’s doing this to push my buttons.
To make me feel the pain she’s feeling.
If only she knew I’m feeling it tenfold.
I lengthen my strides, easily catching up to her, and snatch her ponytail again.
“God, I hate you?—”
She gasps, not finishing her sentence, when I swing her around and slam her back against a tree. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours watching another man flirt with her, dealing with Cernach, and being in Boston. This isn’t the time or place for her to test me.
I’m about to show her that.
Her chest heaves in and out as she glowers at me.
I wait until she stops glaring.
Until her eyes soften.
Until she can give me a goddamn minute.
She loses a breath when I place my hand on her heart, feeling her heart beat as wildly as mine.
Biting into my lower lip, I lower one hand to bunch up her dress. When she tries to stop me, I press my palm tighter into her chest, pinning her against the tree .
My sweet dancer needs to learn something.
I might be obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean I relinquish my power. I’m a man who thrives under control. I might give her a minute to run her sweet mouth, but I’ll be sure to fuck it until it’s sore after. No smart mouth goes unpunished.
I hurriedly unbuckle my belt.
She doesn’t attempt to fight me as I lower my pants and free my cock. It’s hard and throbbing and in need of her tight pussy.
“Maybe I should put a baby in you first,” I snarl, stroking myself. “That way, you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
My cock jerks just at the thought of Pippa pregnant with my baby.
Fuck. I’m going to come before taking a dip in her pussy.
“Maybe I should ask Igor to put a baby inside me,” she fires back. “He might fuck better than you do.”
My blood boils. That fucking mouth of hers.
My veins jump beneath my skin.
Keeping one hand on her chest, I furiously undo my tie, force her mouth open, and shove my tie inside it. “I’ll take that out when you stop spewing out bullshit lies or when I’m ready to stick my big dick inside.” To further show she pushed my buttons too far, I use my finger to ram it deeper inside her mouth.
She doesn’t attempt to fight me as I push my entire hand inside her panties. I cup her pussy, roughly rubbing my palm against her clit. She’s soaked for me, nearly dripping down my fingers.
Her chin trembles as I wrap her thigh around my waist, rip her panties, and thrust my cock inside her.
“You are mine,” I grunt, thrusting harder with each word.
Her skull smacks against the tree, but I don’t slow my strokes.
“Don’t you ever talk about another man putting a baby inside you.” I plunge my cock inside her wet pussy, keeping my hand on her chest before raising it to wrap around her throat .
There’s an urge to feel the pulse.
To see if her heart is as wild as mine.
I grin in satisfaction when it is.
“You talk about another man inside you again,” I say, the words breathed out between our heavy pants, “I’ll make you watch me rip his goddamn heart out and then fuck you next to his bleeding body.”
Hurriedly pulling out of her, I twist her body around and push her toward the tree. She catches herself with her hands. Circling my hands around her waist, I push her ass in the air, smack it hard, and shove my cock inside her from behind.
“Do I make myself clear?” I ask through clenched teeth.
She spits out the tie and peers at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me harder, and I’ll let you know.”
I smack her ass so hard that I swear it vibrates off the trees. “Be careful, or I’ll shove his heart down your fucking throat, where my tie just was.” Another smack to her ass.
Her head hits the tree, and I grab her ponytail again to pull her back against my chest. Her head falls against the crook of my shoulder, and I use my free hand to wrap around her throat, holding her in place.
I fuck her like we’re wild animals here.
Fuck her so good so she knows she’ll never belong to anyone else.
“Do you think I’d ever want to fuck anyone other than you, baby?” More thrusts, more moans, another neck squeeze so tight that I nearly have her in a choke hold as we fuck. “We’ve been broken up for how long? Yet you’re still the only woman I’ve touched.” I reach around to play with her clit. “You call me when you need my dick, and I come running every single time . And I’ll always come running because I’m goddamn yours.”
She falls forward onto the ground, and I do the same.
We’re on the ground, and I’m fucking her from behind.
We’ve never fucked so dirty.
So un-prim and proper.
So wild before.
When she comes, it lights every nerve ending inside me on fire.
It takes me only a few strokes to do the same. I jerk her ponytail back and kiss her throat as I groan into her neck. I keep pumping my hips, shoving my cum deep inside her.
If she wants to talk about having babies, I’ll make sure it’s my cum that fills her.
As we come down from our high, I help her to her feet and swipe what dirt I can from her dress. She looks like a hot mess—barefoot, dirty, and wild, freshly fucked hair.
I straighten my clothes, and she acts somewhat sane on our walk back to the SUV.
“I’m still pissed at you,” she says as I start driving again.
“Your pussy isn’t pissed at me.” I smirk. “And I’m not having a baby with Riona.”
“What will you do, then? Have a stork deliver Cernach a grandchild?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Riona won’t have sex with another man, if that’s what you’re thinking. She knows what even a rumor of adultery would do to her reputation.”
“I gave you an orgasm. That means we don’t mutter the word Cernach or Riona for the rest of the ride.”
“Fine. I get to control the music.”
“Have at it.”
She grabs the cord and plugs her phone to sync it.
We listen to her music for a good thirty minutes before she puts on an audiobook with decent fucking scenes. I mentally take notes on one scene, knowing I’ll be fucking her like that later.
It’s dark when we make it back to New York.
She’s yawning as I pull up to her apartment building .
“Thanks for the last fuck.” She steps out of the SUV and rushes across the sidewalk.
If she thinks I’m letting her off the hook for her comment, my tree fucking must’ve given her a concussion.
I jump out of the car, grab the back of her neck, and haul her into my chest. “You must mean last fuck of the day, but you’ll never be my last fuck, sweet dancer. You’re my best and only fuck for the rest of my life.”
“If you’re plotting against Cernach, I need to be in the know,” Antonio says, his voice low.
We’re in the casino bar. Sometimes, we have a drink here to make sure things are running smoothly. It’s good for employees to know we’re involved. It’s also good for the patrons to know we keep an eye on things.
We’re in a separate area of the bar, away from people, and we have plenty of privacy, where others won’t overhear our conversation.
I raise my pinkie and signal for a refill to the bartender. “Would I ever plot anything without your support?”
“Past Damien wouldn’t, but this shit with Pippa is messing with your head.” He downs the remainder of his drink and taps his head with the empty glass.
I nod in appreciation when the bartender delivers another round and lean back in my stool. “So, you’d be okay if Gigi was set to marry another man?”
“Gigi was set to marry another man.” He scoops the new glass in his hand. “You know what I did.”
“Ah, I forgot about that game you played with Elijah.”
“It wasn’t a game. Gigi needed to know that a woman should never marry a man who wouldn’t die for her.” He puts the glass to his lips and smirks against it. “In fact, I think every bride should have their partner pass that test before marrying them.”
When our families were at war, Gigi agreed to find a husband to gain better connections for the Marchettis. Antonio found out, lost his shit, and shoved her fiancé, Elijah, in his trunk. After taking them to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, he shoved a gun to her head and another to Elijah’s. He told Elijah he had the choice to either save himself or Gigi.
Elijah chose himself. Antonio shot him in the head.
“War with Cernach would be quite a headache, given his weapons connections, but as your friend, if Pippa is that important to you, I’ll do it. You’ve lost a lot for my family, risked your life, and always protected us with no questions asked. You treat my daughter as if she were your own and protected Gigi, though you were never her biggest fan?—”
“The girl never stops running her mouth and watches the worst movies,” I input.
He laughs. “What I’m saying is that you deserve the same loyalty from me. If we do this, Pippa needs to understand she can’t play games. Her life will be on the line just as much as ours, and she can’t turn her back on us.”
“We can’t go to war with Cernach.” I chug my whiskey in one gulp. “I need to go. Riona is in New York. We have a dinner date.”
I meet Riona in a high-end, overpriced diner where Cernach arranged. This isn’t our first meetup. None of them have been fun or eventful. It’s always boring small talk.
The server delivers a chocolate milkshake for her and water for me. She thanks the server and removes the wrapper from the straw .
“I know you’re in love with my cousin,” she says, sliding the straw inside the shake. “I asked her not to fuck you after we marry.”
With each meetup, I’m at least getting to know a different side of Riona. It’s wild how much character comes out of women when they’re allowed to speak freely and have personalities.
Riona fits the innocent wife-in-waiting role. She’s polite, gorgeous, and well put together. Her Irish traits are much stronger than Pippa’s, but Pippa also isn’t full Irish. Paul was half-Italian, which is where Pippa inherited her darker hair from.
I scratch the back of my neck, not bothering to comment on what she said.
“When was the last time you touched her?” she pushes.
I snatch her wrapper and ball it up. “Don’t ask for answers you won’t like.”
“But I want to know whether I’ll like it or not.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Do you fuck and tell?” She pulls her straw from the cup and licks the shake from the side.
I lean back and stretch my arm along the back of the booth, studying her. “Speaking of fucking, has anyone touched your pussy before? Have you saved yourself for me?”
She looks away from me and focuses on her shake.
“Don’t worry. I’m not one of those weirdos who insists on having virgin wives. In fact, I hope to God you’re not one.”
“I’m a virgin,” she whispers.
“Are you sure about that?” I’m great at reading people and knowing when they’re lying to my face. “Secrets don’t stay secrets long, Riona. They always come to light.”
“Then, you’d better make sure yours don’t come out either.” She raises her head to lock eyes with me. “You’ll be my husband, and we’ll have a baby. Otherwise, your precious Pippa will fuck another man chosen by my father.”