to me?”
He grabbed my waist and jerked me toward him. I gasped as he bound my wrists in one hand and pinned them behind my back. Pain sliced up my arm.
“Plenty,” he purred, his breath scorching my lips. “Rip off your clothes. Fuck your mouth until you pass out. Make your ass permanently red.”
I tried to kill the whimper as he brushed his lips over mine, licking them open. He pushed his tongue inside, swallowing my protests. I squirmed, fighting him, until he shoved me against a wall, his thick erection grinding into my thigh.
Oh my God.
His demanding mouth nipped at my neck. I could’ve shouted, but nothing escaped but his name.
“Tony.”
I could’ve fought harder. Kicked his legs, struck the hardness pressing into my hip, bitten his maddeningly sinful pout. Mixed feelings surged through me as our lips crashed. He was too big, too strong. My resistance weakened. His dominating presence had crushed it as I yielded to his powerful body. As his tongue flicked mine, an unexpected surge teased my pussy.
Why does he do this to me?
A small smile teased across his handsome face.
He had me.
He knew I ached for him. I writhed as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, closing his lips to suck and doing it again. The same movement he made with his head between my thighs. My shoulders relaxed, and I went limp. His taste drugged me. His manly scent filled my lungs. He ravaged my mouth, heat circling my nipples with every delectable stroke. My pussy smoldered, and it was all I could do not to spread my legs and beg him to fuck me.
“You can’t hide what I do to you,” he taunted, ripping away from me. “Evie Costa.”
I trembled as he nudged me toward a table, my balance off-kilter as he strode forward purposefully.
“What are we doing here?”
“My cousin wanted to see us. We’ll have a quick chat, and then I will sort you out. I want you to think about your behavior while I’m entertaining Vinn Costa.”
My lips tingled.
What would he do if I threw the apology in his face?
Tony dragged me to a booth. The boss of the Family sat there with his very shell-shocked wife, who gaped at the surroundings. Tony’s heavy arm draped my shoulders, the solid weight of it comforting. Knowing how much he hated intimacy, I nuzzled his neck and hooked my hand over his thigh.
Tony cleared his throat and waved over a waitress. “A glass of the Dog Point Cab, and a gin and tonic for her.”
The waiter disappeared to do his bidding. Moments later, a glass slid into my fingers. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the sharp scent of my G&T, but I tried it anyway. Heat bloomed everywhere, though I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the anxiety from sitting next to him.
I looked at Tony, who swirled a glass filled with purple liquid. “Should I be worried about you?”
Darkness laced his tone. “I can control myself, Evie. Most of the time.”
Gooseflesh prickled across my arms as a vivid flashback to our wedding night burned in my head.
“Nice to see you two together,” said the Costa boss, his glare like a bolt of lightning. “You are getting along?”
“Absolutely.” Tony turned his head and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. “Can’t get enough of this woman.”
My gut clenched.
A tinge of sarcasm layered Tony’s words. Judging by Vinn’s growing voice, he hadn’t missed it.
“Our entire alliance hinges on you behaving yourself.”
Tony’s pitch-black presence dwarfed the table, consuming everybody. He grabbed his wine glass. He swiveled its contents, sniffed, and sipped a small amount. His eyes lit in rapture. “That’s good. Vinny, would you like some?”
“It’s Vinn, and no.”
Tony drank more. He closed his eyes as though wrestling with the urge to have more.
A chilled silence smothered the table. Vinn’s glacial stare followed Tony’s movements. He reacted to Tony like a dog who’d scented a rival male in a fighting ring. Tony’s oblivious drinking seemed to be a direct provocation. Gunpowder choked the air. They were on the verge of blowing it up and beating the shit out of each other.
I bit the inside of my cheek, wondering who would win. I sized up the larger Vinn, but what my husband lacked in pounds he made up for in cruelty. His eyes were alive with it.
“I’ll never forget the day Dad brought Vinny to my house,” blurted Tony. “He’d just murdered his father.”
Liana rapidly turned bright red.
“Vinny was fourteen,” he continued,