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Uncaring I’m freezing my ass off, he takes his sweet little time raising his gaze. It doesn’t move far, stopping at my breasts. His face burns as my nipples pucker beneath the black lace, and I cross my arms.

When he reaches forward, I stumble back a step, my back hitting the chilly tiled wall. It was an overreaction. All he doesis turn another handle, and water cascades from two more showerheads.

I watch him, captivated, when he drops his briefs. Avery impressivehard cock springs free. Unlike him, I attempt not to make it obvious I’m staring, but I’m doing a crappy job at it. He steps inside the shower as the water warms, shutting the door behind him.

The shower has enough room to fit four people comfortably, but with him, it feels claustrophobic.

I can’t stop myself from taking another peek at his cock.

Tonight’s my first time seeing him naked.

I’ve thought about it plenty of times.

Touched myself to those thoughts aplenty.

Facing me sideways, he collects a handful of water and splashes it over his face, not muttering a word to me. He does it again to his neck, washing away the blood.

I inch forward to get better beneath the water.

“I don’t take well to threats,” he says sharply, turning to face me.

“What?” I ask, water sprinkling my face.

He steps closer, coming toe to toe with me. “Your little text. I don’t reward those who like to play games.” Lowering his head, he gets closer to my face. “Ipunishthem.”

Are you kidding?

The big, bad Mafia man is upset about a text?

He literally slaughters people for looking at him the wrong way.

I lift my chin in defiance. “Maybe if you’d sent alittle text back, I wouldn’t have threatened to leave your bed.” I roll my eyes. “And seriously, my threat was the lamest of all threats.”

I attempt to step back, but he circles his arm around my waist, stopping me.

“Shall we compare my threats to yours?” I go on as he digs his fingers through my nightie. It’s a warning, anotherthreat, but I can’t stop my big mouth from blabbering. “You’ve threatened to hand me over to Dima countless times, and if anyone should be mad,it’s me, especially afterthis.” I motion toward my wet body and then the shower.

Narrowing his eyes, he watches me coolly as water splashes off his jaw, hitting me in the face.

And because I’m not the best decision maker when I’m tired, I continue running my mouth. “I should’ve stayed at the Marchettis’. Luca would’ve at least warmed the water for me first.”

His icy stare immediately grows hot.

His strong jaw tics.

The shower and he suddenly feel scorching.

I gasp when he shoves me backward, my back colliding with the shower wall. He stalks a step forward, and I lose a breath when his rough hand wraps around my neck.

He smirks, as if he loves that he stole that breath.

I stare straight into his eyes, refusing him the satisfaction of seeing my fear as he keeps me trapped against the wall.

Keeping his hand around my neck, he collects water in his other one, similar to how he did earlier, and tosses it in my face. Water lands in my mouth, and he clasps his hand over my lips, stopping me from spitting it out.

He squeezes my neck tighter, preventing me from swallowing the water, and I choke.

Lowering his head, he smooths his nose along my jawline as I fight for breaths. My eyes feel too heavy, and I swear I’m close to passing out.