20. A Kiss
CHAPTER 20
A KISS
M arco
“I’m going with you.” My obstinate fiancée blocks the front door as I tug the shirt over my head, having already slid on my boxers and pants under my towel, preserving my future wife’s innocence for a little longer.
“The fuck you are,” I snarl before I remember the elder Guo standing only a few feet behind me. I’ve tried to be on my best behavior around the old man, but his granddaughter is wearing away at my final shreds of restraint. Spinning toward her grandfather, I search for backup. “Surely, you will agree it is best if Jia remains here.”
“Jia, I believe Mr. Rossi is right?—”
“No,” she snaps, and I’m not sure who is more startled by her reply, her or her grandfather. “ Yéye,” she continues, her tone modified to a softer one, “Lei has insulted me. As the lǎodà of the Four Seas, it is my right to be present when an outsider questions my men.”
An irritated growl vibrates my throat as I see the old man caving.
“And you…” The little spitfire whirls on me and jabs a finger into my chest. “You said you were merely the enforcer, and it was my duty to handle the Four Seas.”
“That was before that pezzo di merda tried to kill my future wife.”
She lifts to her tiptoes and, even though she’s still several inches shorter, glares up at me. “I’m more than capable of fighting my own battles, and I will be much more than just your wife.”
Dio , she’s so fucking hot when she’s angry. It took every ounce of restraint I had to walk away from her earlier when I had her trapped against the kitchen counter. If her grandfather hadn’t interrupted when that little wildcat poured her coffee all over me, I would’ve tossed her over the couch, spanked her ass raw, then fucked that naughty streak right out of her.
“Fine.” I loom closer, so damn close I can smell the sweet scent of jasmine that clings to her skin. “You want to come and watch me torture a man to within an inch of his life?”
“Yes,” she snarls.
“Let’s go, then, spitfire.” I yank on the knob and hold the door open, hoping she’ll back out. “Wait a second, I thought Arianna was coming to help you work on the boutique.”
“Damn it,” she hisses, and her lips screw into a pout.
“Maybe next time then?—”
“No!” She pulls out her phone and her fingers fly across the screen. “That’s what assistants are for, right? She can handle the shop for a few hours.”
Merda .
Jia spins for her purse and drops a kiss on her grandfather’s forehead. “We’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful, bǎobèi,” he calls out, but she’s already whizzing past me.
I throw her grandpa a reluctant shrug, and he responds with a sly grin. Why do I feel like I’m the only one who’s going to get utterly screwed in this relationship? And not in the good way.
Max pulls the limo up to the old electronics store we commandeered from the Four Seas last year when we were making some strategic moves in China Town. It’s ironic that this is where Jimmy chose to bring the Four Seas’ former right-hand man.
My driver for the day rolls down the window separating the back of the car from the front, and my fiancée slides to the edge of the seat across from me. Shockingly, she barely spoke a word the entire ride.
“You want me to go in with you?” Max asks.
I requested to borrow Max today instead of my usual driver, Rick, because of my brother’s driver’s rather specific skill set. “No, I want you to stay in the car with Jia.”
“What?” she shrieks.
“You heard me.” My steeliest glare does nothing but irritate her more.
She leaps toward the door and wraps her hand around the handle before I get my arms around her. “Let go of me!”
“Not until you stop fighting me.”
“Never!” She kicks and squirms as I move to pin her body beneath mine in the backseat.
“Damn it, Jia. Why do you want to see this?” I wrap my fingers around her wrists, holding them in one hand. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with this life?”
“I don’t! But it’s not like I have a choice, do I?” she spits. “You can’t protect me from everything, Marco. I’m not going to be your little kept woman.”
With her wiggling like mad and my body pressed against hers, an unexpected wave of heat surges below my belt. She fights against me and gets one hand free and slashes her nails across my cheek.
“Get off me!” she howls.
The bite of her nails only awakens the beast I keep buried beneath my layers of charm. Nico may have always seemed like the darker one, but I’ve simply done a better job at hiding my true self. Losing Isa broke something inside me, and I hadn’t ever been able to mend the pieces.
The more she struggles the harder my cock gets, straining against my slacks. Her cheeks flush, and I know it’s not only from the exertion of the fight. Her pupils dilate, the pitch night growing darker. “You like it rough, spitfire?” I purr as my hips instinctively begin to move against her.
A satisfying rush of air parts her lips, and she instantly freezes as my cock rubs across the apex of her thighs. With only her flimsy yoga pants, she must feel every inch of me.
“No,” she hisses, but the coarse hitch to her tone says otherwise.
“Must I fuck you into obedience?”
“No!” Still, I could swear she rocks her pussy against my hard length. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
“If I let you go do you promise to behave?”
“No,” she spits. “I’m going in there with you whether you like it or not.”
“Do I have to cuff you to this car to ensure compliance?”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“I would, and I will.” With my free hand, I reach for the compartment in the door and pull out a pair of metal handcuffs.
A long minute of silence lingers between us as she eyes the manacles swinging from my finger. “How about that kiss you wanted? It’s yours if you let me go with you,” she grits out.
Well, that’s unexpected. My stupid cock grows harder still.
“Done.” The word pops out before I can think better of it.
Her eyes widen as if she hadn’t expected me to agree. Hell, I really shouldn’t have. Her tongue slides out, moistening her lower lip, and anticipation unfurls in my gut. Dio , I don’t remember being this excited about kissing a girl since I was in junior high.
My cock strains so hard against my slacks I consider unzipping them just to relieve the pressure. That probably wouldn’t go over well with my fiancée.
“Just do it already,” she mutters.
I waggle a finger. “I was promised a kiss from you, not the other way around.”
“Ugh.” Squeezing her eyes closed, she lifts her head so her lips barely brush mine.
“Eyes open, spitfire, or it doesn’t count. I want you to see exactly who is claiming your mouth. It’s only a matter of time before I claim every inch of you with my tongue, from that pouty lower lip to the soft swell of your breast to that sweet pussy.”
She releases a sharp gasp, and her eyes snap open. “No one has ever dared talk to me like that.”
“Get used to it, wifey.” My mouth captures hers before her next breath. As much as I would like her to give into me, restraint is not exactly my strong suit. My tongue pushes through her clenched teeth, and as our tongues tangle, a soft moan rises between us. I ravage every inch of her mouth, acquainting myself with her taste. She only fights me for a moment, her palms pressed against my chest before she surrenders to desire.
Because her words may say one thing, but the way her body reacts to mine tells another story. I’m fairly certain if I were to run my finger across her panties right now she’d be soaked for me. This little virgin wants to be fucked, and I cannot wait to make her mine and mine alone.
I nibble on her lips, sucking and claiming as she melts under my touch. I resume rubbing my cock against her apex as I kiss her harder, and this time a more powerful moan escapes those swollen lips. She arches her back, giving herself to me and Dio , I’m so turned on by her surprising reaction I’m like a horny teen seconds from coming on myself.
Fisting her decadent raven locks, I tilt her head baring her throat. I’m an instant from tasting the sensitive flesh at her neck when a car zips by blaring a horn. The lusty spell shatters, and Jia plants her hand on my chest, shoving me back.
With a frustrated groan, I sit back and adjust my slacks. My cock tents the black trousers and Jia’s gaze roams straight to the proof of my desire. She sits up, her cheeks burning a deep ruby that matches the natural shade of her lips.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I mumble.
She doesn’t utter a word, only presses her lips into a hard line.
“You ready to see Lei?” I offer my hand.
Her head dips, but she doesn’t take my chivalrous offering. Instead, she barrels by me and nearly slams the door in my face.