Page 11 of Vicious Secrets
Vi’s right. I haven’t seen any of the Montoros tonight. It’s weird that my father hasn’t made a fuss about their lack of attendance.
I shoot a text back.
The club he’s banned from? Pick us up from Cesaro’s place.
Danny responds in the affirmative.
“We’ve got business at one of the clubs. Danny will pick us up in fifteen. Let’s go.”
Vi snorts. “Why me?”
I look over at him and cock an eyebrow. “You have plans tonight?”
Vi glares at me. “Our wives do. Taking care of them is part of our responsibilities.”
Could I ever love Robyn the way Vi loves Mel? Unlikely. But I can and will respect her. That’s as close to romantic love as most made men get.
He groans and throws back his drink. “I hope Robyn learns how to torture you.”
She already does. But not in the way Vi’s probably talking about. It’s hard to tell with him. He might settle for her turning me into a bumbling, sex-drunk lump of muscle, bone, and ink.
I step away from my cousin and cut through the crowd to my bride. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Business came up. I’m leaving in ten.”
Robyn nods. “Anything I should be worried about?”
My neck stiffens. Is that question legit or part of the act?
“No. Meet me in the kitchen. You owe me a price for tonight.” I pull away before I’m tempted to drag her off.
I only get a few minutes to try to settle my semi-hard-on. As soon as she finds me in the kitchen, I regret choosing such a private place. A sizzle surrounds her despite the neutral expression on her face. Robyn stands in front of me, leaning back against the island.
“What’s the limit?”
“There isn’t one.”
Robyn frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe you.”
“Money isn’t a problem for me. Or us.”
Her nostrils flair.
Why does it bother me that she doesn’t like the idea of us?
“It’d be easier if you just gave me a credit card. We wouldn’t have to negotiate as often.”
I let a smirk grace my lips. She’s asking for a reduction in time spent with me without being blunt. It’s an insanely smart thing for a woman in her position to ask for. But I’m a possessive asshole and not willing to let her get away so easily.
“Fine, but it’s not limitless. Twenty-k for each public appearance.”
She shrugs. “Works for me.”
There is a shuffle outside of the kitchen door as clipped footsteps approach from down the hall.
In a blink, Robyn’s body collides with mine and knocks me off balance. She crashes our lips together and fists a hand in the hair at the base of my skull. Her legs hook around my waist as I sit her on the kitchen island.
At every point of contact, my muscles clench like they’re trying to retreat deeper into my body. But the press of her breasts against my chest and the heat of her cunt through my pants fills me with a dizzying need.
I inhale sharply through my nose and close my eyes. The aggression of her mouth on mine is like a plea to fuck her on the spot. The cramping of my muscles and the fire of restlessness in my joints trying to bend them away from her touch dulls into background noise.
