did no such thing.
She didn’t give a damn who I was.
That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I dropped money on the table, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the restaurant, ignoring all the customers watching us make our exit. We’d just put on a sexy production no one could ignore. My cheek was red, and if only everyone were a little braver, they might have snapped a picture and put it online.
I took her outside, and my car pulled up to the curb. Bulletproof with pitch-black tinted windows, it was the safest vehicle on the planet. Even a tank would struggle to take it down. With a large back seat, it provided ample room for my long legs—and my dates.
She pulled her hand away from mine when we reached the sidewalk.
I let her pull away only because I was interested in whatever she had to say. My cheek was still throbbing after being her punching bag, and my dick was so hard it was about to rip through my fly. This woman needed to be stuffed full of my dick, to be satisfied the way she deserved. Now I didn’t care she would be the only woman in my bed tonight. I didn’t worry I would be bored. My knuckles ached with excitement because I couldn’t wait to have her legs spread in my bed.
Her hair was a mess from the way I’d fisted it, so she pulled out the pins she had set in place and let her brown hair fall around her shoulders. It immediately framed her face perfectly, like she planned for it to look so beautiful. After a slight shake of her head, she scolded me. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?” She didn’t possess the same rage as she had before, but there was no doubt she meant her words.
“Yes. I do know.” I stepped closer to her and focused on her top lip, the soft pillow I wanted to kiss again and again. I wanted to brush the backs of my fingers along that soft bow then feel the rest of her cheek. I wanted to explore this woman everywhere, to see her gorgeous curves under that skintight dress. When I spotted her across the bar on that unforgettable night, I forgot about the women who were already at my beck and call. None of them compared to this hostile woman.
“You can’t just sabotage people’s dates like that.”
“He could have fought for you.”
“Really?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Against Cato Marino?”
I shrugged. “You do it all the time.”
“That’s different.”
“I don’t think so.” She was the only person in the entire world who had the balls to stand up to me. Sure, my brother gave me shit, but not so adamantly. She spoke her mind without fear of repercussions, and when I was a dick during her date, she slapped me like I deserved. “The only person who’s ever slapped me is my mother—and I was five.”
Her eyes stared at the red mark on my cheek, the product of the powerful strikes from her small hand. “Don’t expect me to apologize for it.”
“I wouldn’t like you so much if you did.” I snapped my fingers at one of my men, and they opened the back door. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
My look said it all.
“You chase off my date, and now you think you get to fuck me?” She cocked her head slightly, her hair swaying with her motions. Any other woman in the world would be thrilled to score my intimate attention. This was a dream come true, a fairy tale. But unlike the rest of the world, Siena didn’t care.
“You get to fuck me too.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just when I think you can’t be a bigger pig, you somehow manage it.”
My hands rested in my pockets as I stared at her in the light from the lamppost. With messy hair and angry eyes, she was the most alluring thing in the world. I could walk into my bedroom and see three naked women on my bed, but the image wouldn’t be nearly as arousing as the look on her face. “You could go home alone. Or you could go home with me.”
She shook her head slightly. “I could walk into a bar and pick up someone else.” She had the kind of confidence that rivaled my own. She knew exactly what she was worth, and she owned it.
“As could I. But neither one of us wants