Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Part of me wants to scratch her eyes out, but another part of me feels guilty. This girl has likely been with Antonio before he knew I existed. Hell, he hadn’t cared who he married as long as it got him where he needed to be. It’s why he got stuck with me and not my other sister, who my father is always getting offers for.
“Yes,” Antonio corrects. That knot in my stomach travels upward toward my throat.
I will not cry. I turn and walk away before I bolt, not wanting him to see that I’m running. More than that, I don’t want him to see that I’m about to cry. I hate it. I’m so angry. I shouldn’t care what he does.
“Ma’am, you can’t go out there,” the man at the front door tries to tell me. I ignore him. He doesn’t physically try to stop me.
“She’s running!” I hear the girl shout.
“Angelica!” Antonio roars. For a brief moment, I pause. His intensity almost paralyzes me.
Three men turn my way when I exit out the front. “Mrs. Palermo,” one says. I ignore them too. I have no clue where I’m going, but I dash down the side of the house.
“Sir!” one shouts as another follows after me.
“Can I grab her?” the one chasing after me shouts, closing in on me.
“No!” Antonio's voice is closer now.
I round the house to see a giant pool and patio area. I go to run around it, but an arm wraps around me from behind, causing my feet to leave the ground. I scream and throw my elbow as hard as I can, hoping I hit any part of him.
Antonio doesn’t even grunt or loosen his hold. Before I know it, I’m pinned to the ground with Antonio between my thighs. I go to hit him, but he’s quicker than me. He grabs both my hands in one of his and pins them above my head.
“Angel.” He says my name so calmly, as if he’s trying to soothe me. I try to break his hold again, but I get nowhere. In fact, he presses more firmly into me the more I struggle, his hard cock rubbing against my sex. I stop moving. “You need training.”
“Training?!” I spit. “What the fuck does that mean? You brought some mistress here to train me?” I hiss. I want to throw up in my mouth. Antonio throws back his head and laughs.
“I will kill you,” I snarl. “You have to sleep at some point.”
“There’s my little hellion.” He smiles down at me. “Training as in, it was too easy for me to catch you. You should know how to defend yourself better.” Wait, what? Is he trying to make it easier for me to kill him?
“Well, your guards suck. I went right past them.”
“They’re not allowed to touch you.”
I roll my eyes. Of course they can’t touch me. He gets jealous. Such bullshit. Like him. He’s such a hypocrite.
“I can’t believe I thought about letting you live.” I won’t make that mistake again. I should know better than to trust any man.
“You thought about not killing me? Next you’re going to tell me that you love me.” He leans down, his eyes dropping to my mouth. I lick my lips. ‘No!’ My mind screams, reminding me he was just fucking his mistress. Does he lick her off his fingers too?
“My side,” I whimper. Antonio jerks back.
“Did you hurt yourself more?” Now he sounds mad.
He drops back between my thighs to his knees to push my shirt up. I bring my feet up quickly and nail him right in the chest. He drops back onto his ass. I roll over and push off the ground to get up. I’m not quick enough. A hand wraps around my ankle.
“My own wife is already using my weakness against me,” he says.
“Your weakness?” I ask, surprised he has one.
“You.”
9
ANTONIO
She tries to kick me again, but I grab her other ankle and pull her to me. Then I get to my feet and lift her, carrying her back into the house.
Her little fists beat against my chest.
“Calm down, angel. You might hurt yourself.”
“Bastard!” she screams as I carry her back up the stairs, my guards looking everywhere but at us. Good. They know better than to ogle what’s mine.
“My father wasn’t a good man by any measure, but he was faithful.” I hoist her higher, her feet dangling at my knees.
She absolutely refuses to wrap her legs around me. It pulls a wry grin from me, even though I know it’s going to piss her off. Or maybe because I know it’ll piss her off.
“What’s gotten you into such a tizzy, angel?”
“I’m not in a tizzy.” She shoves at me as I sit her on our bed.
“You are.” I drop to my knees in front of her, looking up at her and trying not to stare at the shadow between her thighs. “You’re so worked up you took off running. So tell me what’s upset you.”