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Page 5 of Hostile Cravings (Wicked Cravings #3)

“Did you still need that help, Mr. Raines?” the flight attendant asked, her seductive voice drawing my focus from the sleeping monster.

She was leaning over me, her chest sticking out again and for just a split moment I thought Angie’s looked more tempting and natural.

“Nah, I’m good. Besides, you heard the lady. I’m off limits for the time being.”

Her smile dropped to a frown before she sauntered away. I wiped my hand down my face, wondering what had come over me that I’d taken Angie’s command and turned down what might have been a decent blowjob.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my eyes meeting Angie’s.

She studied me as she fluffed her hair and fixed her strap.

“You owe me a blowjob. I hope that mouth is just as good at swallowing as it is at spewing vile come-backs. ”

Her face morphed to disgust again. It was a look I enjoyed more and more.

“I told you, your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me.”

“Yet most of the men in Armina have wet their cocks in you. I think you need to re-evaluate your standards, baby.”

The way her nostrils flared was perfect. I wasn’t sure why I found it so amusing to piss her off, but it was certainly calming the lower half of my body, which was still aching from the loss of satisfaction.

“You’re a male whore, Tyson, so you have no place to call me out on my behavior.”

“That the best you can do, Angie? You’re better than that.” And she was. I’d been waiting for some comment about my background, about how she assumed Mason and I had grown up poor, which neither of us had. We weren’t rich like we were now, but we hadn’t struggled.

“You’ve got me off my game.”

“Ha!” I stood, hearing the plane door open, and leaned over her seat.

“You don’t have a game. You’re child's play. A bratty, little spoiled child who’s trying to play with the big boys.

And now about to live in a man’s world. Because those boys you’ve been spreading your legs for are nothing compared to me. ”

She grabbed a fist of my shirt and yanked me closer to her.

Excitement flickered in her brown eyes. “I hope you don’t expect me to spread my legs for you, husband.

” The way she spoke the word caused a reaction in my pants that I didn’t appreciate.

“Because I don’t play with dogs and you’re the mangiest dog there is. Flea ridden, desperate, and?—”

“Feral,” I finished for her. “And you don’t want to find out how aggressive this animal can be, because I can guarantee you won’t survive.”

I removed her hand from my shirt and grabbed my jacket, tossing it to her. “Cover that exposed skin up. We’re not in Armina anymore and it may be spring here, but you’ll freeze those tits off if you walk off this plane like that.”

Breck threw me a confused look as I walked by and exited the plane.

I wasn’t sure why I cared if she froze or why, after she’d called me a mangy dog, I’d given her my jacket.

I heard her grousing behind me and just to piss her off, I grabbed the flight attendant and kissed her.

Angie’s reaction was precious, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

I let the woman go, enjoying the breathless teeter she made as I walked away.

“Maybe next time I’ll take you up on that offer.

” I wasn’t sure I really would unless Angie had me worked up, or I was desperate.

She hadn’t been all that good, and I’d rushed it just to shut her fake porn moans up.

But maybe with her mouth full, I’d enjoy it more.

Angie smacked the back of my head, and I turned on her, grabbing her arms and shoving her against the car.

“Screw you, Tyson. Your rules remember.”

“I play by my own rules, and if you ever raise your hand to me again, I’ll use it to jerk me off.” I shoved her harder, pinning my body against hers and not liking how it reacted.

“I hate you,” she hissed.

“Good, because I despise you and I’m really questioning why I didn’t hand you over to Joey Tirenti when I had the chance.”

She spit in my face, and I raised my hand to hit her, seeing the fear that crossed her eyes before she masked it.

I clenched my fist, fighting the urge to follow through with my instinct and leave a stinging handprint on her face.

But I didn’t hit women unless it was for play, no matter how bitchy they were.

I pushed away from her, wiping my face and snatching the jacket from her hands.

“You can freeze. You’re an icy bitch, so it shouldn’t affect you.”

Sitting in the front seat and ignoring Breck’s grumble about having to sit with her, I stared ahead, my anger boiling over to the point that I knew I’d need a few rounds with the punching bag when we made it home.

Angie huffed in the back, griping about the cold, the ride, the plane, really anything she could come up with.

If complaining were a competition, she’d win the gold medal.

“Do you ever shut up?” I asked, glancing back at her.

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms before she ignored me and looked out the window.

“Huh, apparently you do.” I turned back around, the heel of her sandal hitting my shoulder before it flopped on the floor in front of me. Glaring back at her, my blood pressure rose. “Don’t be a cunt.”

“Fuck you.”

“I thought we established I would do no such thing. And I thought I warned you not to hit me again.” The anger was so intense I was seeing red and I knew if a seatbelt wasn’t holding me in, I’d have jumped into the back seat and strangled her.

“I didn’t hit you,” she replied, tipping her head up. “My shoe did.”

Breck tried to stifle his laugh, but he failed, and I shot him a look. “Don’t make me lock you in the same room with her all night, Breck,” I warned.

His smile faltered, and I saw the horror in his eyes. Even my henchmen didn’t want to be alone with her. Turning back around, I tried to calm my breathing, thanking Mason for building the airstrip close to the house.

The ride, although quick, seemed like hours.

Angie muttered under her breath the rest of the way, cursing me through most of it.

When we pulled through the gates, she went quiet and I knew it wasn’t from the sight.

The Donelli estate was just as massive as ours, so I could only assume it was reality finally settling in for her.

She was in our territory now, a temporary part of our family and for someone as sheltered as she was, that was a lot to take in.

In true Angie style, she didn’t stay quiet for long. On her first step from the car, the complaints started.

“This is where you live? In the boring country? Where are the clubs? The nightlife? The people?”

“Far enough away for you to keep your legs closed,” I mumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin.

Night had fallen and although the days were warm, the nights were still chilly.

She was trying her best not to let it show that she was cold, balling her hands into fists and clamping her mouth shut… until she started complaining again.

“This is a nightmare. I hate the country. Do you even have a pool? Why is there gravel under my shoes?”

I rolled my eyes and pushed past her, walking into the house and considering if closing the door on her was an option. Mason and Casey were in the kitchen, and Mason hadn’t heeded my warning. He had Casey on the counter, his hands on her ass as they kissed.

“Dammit, Mace. I told you to keep your hands off her,” I grumbled.

“Not gonna happen. She’s too sexy not to touch,” he replied, giving her another kiss before helping her hop down.

“Casey!” Angie yelled, running over to her and hugging her. Mason and I looked at each other, his eyes questioning if this was normal. Which it wasn’t. But then again, none of this was normal for Angie, and Casey was part of her life at home.

“Hey, Anj,” she replied, freeing herself from Angie’s hold and shooting me the same confused look Mason had given me.

I shrugged, having had enough of Angie to last a lifetime and really needing to get away from her.

“Have you lost weight?” Angie asked. “Your ass doesn’t look as big.”

If Angie was smart, she’d have noticed the daggers coming from Casey’s eyes and mine. But Casey didn’t need protecting. She was good at giving it right back and would have if Mason hadn’t spoken up first.

“I hope not,” he said. “I like that ass plump.” He gave Casey a smack on her ass, and she jumped with a giggle.

I had to hand it to Mason. Even if I was still uncomfortable with their relationship, he loved my sister, everything about her, and he made her happy.

As long as Casey was happy, I was happy.

And there was no question that he was head over heels for her.

I’d never seen him adore someone like he adored my sister.

“So you two are still a thing?” Angie said, acting like she hadn’t just insulted my sister, and Mason hadn’t just affirmed that they were. She moved closer to him, her hand ready to touch when Casey slid between them.

“Mine, Angie. You have your own.” She nodded to me, and I wanted to put her in a headlock like I used to when we were little. “Right, Ty?”

I grimaced, crossing my arms and hoping she could read the irritation in my eyes.

“Looks like the honeymoon is going well,” Mason joked, rubbing salt into the wound.

“Something like that. Casey, can you pick a room out for the bitch? I’m going to get changed and take some of my anger out on the punching bag instead of her face.”

I stormed out, but stopped in my tracks as Mason said, “Not so fast. You need to pack. Donelli called me while you were in flight. Tirenti’s not backing down, so your acting skills need improvement. You leave for the island in the morning.”

My teeth were grinding so hard I could hear them. “And why would I do that?”

“Because you and your new wife are honeymooning there.”

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