Page 98 of Bitter Poetry

I lift my head.

“Get out!”

I switch the cell phone off, put it face up on the counter, and offer one of my winning smiles. “Morning, babe.”

She turns the shower off and swipes the glass in front of her face so she can better glare at me. “Christian! What are you doing here?!”

“Waiting for you, clearly.” Leaning against the vanity, I cross my arms and give her my undivided attention.

Her jaw hangs slack before she snaps it shut. “Get out!”

“Nope. I don’t think I will.” I cross my ankles to match my arms. “Do you want the towel?”

“Yes. Yes, I want the towel, thank you.”

I smirk. “Then you’ll have to step out of the shower to reach it, won’t you?”

“What is wrong with you? Get out of my bedroom!”

“Technically, I’m in your bathroom.”

“Whatever!”

“Sorry, babe. No can do.”

She growls and stomps her foot. It’s fucking cute. Still, this is an opportunity right here. I’m sure as fuck not going to pass her the towel and spoil the battle of wills taking place. I’ve never seen her completely naked. Just parts here and there. But I’ve had my hands all over her, and she sure feels fucking nice.

Dante wants to see her, doubtless, to explain in person he’s not a complete douchebag marrying Helena and to reaffirm his claim. The end date on our little hate fucks is closing in fast. The prospect of losing access to her pokes at the reckless center of my brain.

Chaos and danger. Give me both and I’m in my happy place. I smile. “I can stand here all day.”

She must take me at the word because she growls again, pushes the shower door open, and reaches for the towel.

A squeak escapes her when I snag the towel before she can wrap it around her. A tug of war ensures. It’s childish and puts a bigger grin on my face.

“Christian!”

“Yeah, babe?”

Her chest is heaving with her rage, and my eyes are glued to her quivering tits. Damn, they are perfect. All of her is perfect. All wet and glistening, her long hair clinging to the sides of her face, neck and shoulders. My eyes skip downward to that perfect little gash, the one my dick’s been buried inside every chance I get.

She releases the towel and makes a dart for the bedroom door.

I snag her around the waist, hoist her up, and plant her ass on the vanity. The fight goes out of her. We’re both breathing heavily. A little gasp escapes her as I push her legs wide and step into the gap. My eyes roam over her.

“Like what you see?” Her voice holds challenge, maybe uncertainty.

My eyes lift to meet hers. “Yeah, I really do.”

CARMELA

His fingers are in my hair, grasping the wet strands with the perfect amount of bite. I don’t even try to turn away as his lips slant over mine.

A moan rises from deep inside me as his tongue swipes past my parted lips. I’m going to hell. I wouldn’t even care if Ettore walked in now and put a bullet in my head.

Yesterday was a rollercoaster. The only glimmer of relief was Ettore not coming home. I couldn’t face the world today.

I’ve not been this low since my wedding day.