The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(91)

And when he leans over, wrapping his hand around my throat, and smashes his lips onto mine, I’m completely lost to him.

“Jill,” he moans into my mouth as he struggles to undo the cuffs around my wrists without looking. “Tell me how it feels when I do this.”

What? Does it even matter?

“Why?” I ask, leaning away, my lips pink and swollen, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss me or die trying.

The cuffs drop to the floor. The elevator beeps, and the doors open again.

He grabs my face with both hands. “Because you’re mine. And I care about what’s mine.”

Mine.

I forget everything I was ever taught about right and wrong.

Everything I ever thought I wanted.

Because there is nothing I want more … than this.



Luca



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“I love it,” she responds, looking up at me with those innocent-looking eyes. But I know better now. All the innocence has been fucked out of her. “Because I love you.”

She doesn’t even know half the things I’m capable of. Or all the ways I fantasize about playing with her.

“Even this?” My eyes narrow.

She nods, pressing a soft, heavenly kiss on the side of my lips. “I want more.”

Fuck me. There is nothing on this planet I love hearing more than her approval and her desire to explore what I have to offer.

I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, but I don’t even fucking care. That’s how in love I am with this girl. This girl I can finally call mine.

With my index finger underneath her chin, I make her stand and look at me. “You’re mine and mine alone … Tell me.”

“I’m yours,” she replies.

She doesn’t have to say it twice.

I pick her up, and she squeals as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the elevator.

“Wait, what about your wound?”

I slap her ass so hard she squeals again.

“I know my limits,” I growl back, slapping her other ass cheek for good measure. “It’s about time we learned yours.”





Chapter 37





Jill



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A week later



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As we get into the car, Luca suddenly hands me my phone out of the blue. “I want you to have it back.”

“Why now all of a sudden?” I ask as he starts the engine and hits the gas.

“Because I trust you,” he says, the smile on his face making my heart thump faster and faster.

I narrow my eyes as he keeps his on the road. “Is this a trick?”

“No trick. But … I do want you to call someone.” He glances at me for a second before shifting his gaze to the road ahead again. “I don’t want anyone bothering us anymore. Call Easton and his little postboy.”

“Nick,” I fill in for him. “I thought you hated them and never wanted me to talk to them.”

“I do, but you don’t,” he replies. “You’re my wife, Jill. And I want my fucking wife to be happy.”

Something about that statement makes me super giddy, and I slam my lips together to stop the laughter from coming out because I don’t want to embarrass Luca.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Bunny,” he says.

“All right, all right, I’ll do it,” I say, quickly flicking open the call app. “It’s been so long since I last talked to them. What do I even say?”

“Whatever you want,” Luca answers, throwing me a sexy side glance. “I know you’ll make the right choice.”

“But you’re going to be mad at me if I say I want them back in my life,” I say.

He tilts his head. “No. But I am disappointed I won’t be able to gut him like a fish.” My eyes widen, and he immediately starts laughing. “Relax, I’m just trying to get to you.” He places a hand on my knee, squeezing tight. “But he did hide you from me.”

I blush. “Because I asked him to. So please don’t punish him for it.”

He pecks me on the cheek. “Because you begged so nicely … I won’t.”

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Now go on. Talk to Easton,” he says, throwing a look at the phone.

“What about Nick?”

Luca’s tongue dips out to lick his top lip. “He knows you belong to me.”

Something about that kind of mad possessiveness has me swooning all over again. “Ten minutes,” Luca says.

“Ten?” I gasp. “That’s not nearly enough.”

“It’s enough for now,” he replies. “Besides, you’ll have plenty more time to call them later.”

I roll my eyes, but still call Easton’s number. It feels like forever before he picks up. Before I hear the voice of the man who saved me from the clutches of the De Vos family three years ago.

“Hey, it’s me. Jill,” I say.

“Jill,” he murmurs. “Nick told me what happened. I thought we’d never see you again. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I reply. “Better than ever, actually.”