But now that I’ve tasted her and married her, now that she’s my bride and living in my house?—
The thought of some other man touching what’s mine makes my fucking skin crawl.
Rage burns brightly, and I think I’d kill for her.
“It’s fine with me.” She backs into the couch and stops, hand shaking as she clicks the pen open and scribbles in the margin. “I never planned on there being anyone else.”
“Damn right. You areminenow, Deanna. It doesn’t matter if this is real, if we love each other, if we don’t even fuckinglikeeach other very much. You. Are.Mine.” I’m breathing hard, sucking air between my teeth. Where did this god damn animal in me come from? This savage, obsessive beast? I wasn’t aware I could care this much about a woman. For so long they’ve been nothing but disposable toys.
She’s different. She means so much more.
Which is god damn terrifying.
“I’ll update the contract.”
“Good. Do that.” I turn away, slam back my wine, and get a refill. “One more clause before I go.The Wife agrees always and forever, whenever physically possible, to sleep in the Husband’s bed, to never be apart from him at night, where reasonable.”
“Prime—“
“Write it the fuck down.”
“Where are you going!?”
“To clear my head!”
To masturbate furiously in my car in the vain hope that I might not want to fuck you so bad it feels like my skin’s on fire.
God damn it. I escape the house like bullets are pinging around my feet. The fresh air helps, but not enough, at least until I’m in my private garage pumping my cock like a maniac and looking at a picture of my wife on her Facebook page smiling and wearing a slightly low-cut top like a god damn fool.
Is this what I’ve become? An obsessed idiot? A pathetic, weak loser, slamming his dick and snarling his wife’s name, allbecause the idea of her being with someone else was like a knife to his chest?
This isn’t me, damn it. Relationships are poison. I’m fuckingdeath, always have been, always will be. There’s a reason my best friend is a mafia king. Anything else and they’ll be buried in the ground sooner or later.
Now I’m dragging Deanna into this?
I’m going to ruin her. That’s all I can think after I’ve moaned her name and blown a load into a wad of napkins like a horny teenager. By the time this is all done, I’m going to be standing at her funeral, crippled with grief and teetering at the edge, at least if I can’t get myself under control.
Business. Arm’s length. That’s how we’ll play it.
She’ll be enough to make Fontana believe I’m turning my life around. I’ll get closer to the old bastard, and when it’s done?—
I’ll cut her free.
Instead of dragging her down to hell with me.
CHAPTER 13
DEANNA
Iscribble my name and step back. The pages don’t change. Black text on white, like always, one section 6.1 glows like iron straight from the forge.
Fidelity: During the term of the marriage, each party shall remain faithful to the other and shall refrain from any romantic or sexual relationship, conduct, or arrangement with any third party. Any breach of this Section by either party shall constitute a material breach of this Agreement.
Shared Residence and Bed: The parties shall maintain a shared marital residence and, where reasonable and practical, shall share the same bed therein. Nothing in this Section shall be construed to require cohabitation in circumstances of travel or other reasonable necessity.
Originally, it mentioned illness along with travel, but Prime made me cross it out.I don’t give a fuck if you have the sniffles. You’re in my bed.He signed before I did and stormed off again, disappearing like he did earlier today.
What the hell did I get myself into?