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What the heck is my husband implying? I shove against Severu's chest, wanting him off of me. He doesn't budge.
I glare up at him. "So, your sister dated your father's men, did she?"
He looks furious I would dare suggest such a thing. "Of course not."
"Why would you think I would do it then?" I demand with equal pique.
"My sister was promised at twelve and engaged at sixteen."
"And married at twenty-two. What is your point?"
"She knew her future husband and would never have cheated on him."
"So, because I was never promised, I was so desperate I went looking for a man among the guards who never once lifted a hand to help me or my mother when my father hurt us?" I am so angry, I could spit. The arrogance of this man.
"I did not mean to insult you."
"Don't try. You've got it locked down without any effort." Suddenly I'm saying whatever is coming into my head and I don't even care if it makes sense. "Sure, I'm so pathetic and sex starved, I've been to bed with at least a half a dozen of my father's men, even though most of them are almost as old as he is. I guess I have daddy issues. They taught me everything I know, so you can thank them later."
Severu's eyes fill with rage and his big body goes rigid above me. "I want names." He sounds like a demon and he kind of looks like one now too.
Because of my sarcastic claim to have past lovers? He makes no sense. He's the one who thinks I slept around with my father's men.
"Would you get real? I am a virgin, you…younumbskull."
He stares at me like he's trying to tell if I'm lying.
"I wish I had slept around," I grouse. "You don't deserve to know you're the only man who has ever touched me."
He's completely still above me and he doesn't look like a demon anymore, but he still looks frightening.
He's got that primal expression that says he wants to claim every last inch of me again.
Chapter 14
SEVERU
My wife just called me a numbskull. I cannot let that pass.
But she also told me that I was the only man who had ever touched her.
I lever myself up on my arms, so I can see her face better. She's sweaty from passion, her caramel hair sticking to her temples and forehead, but her expression is anything but passionate. She's frowning and I should not find that cute, but hell, the way her lip pouts the tiniest bit is adorable.
"Do you mean you have never had sex before, or are you saying you have never been touched in any way by another man?" Holding my breath, I wait for her answer.
"I said what I meant." Her pout morphs to a full on frown on her kiss swollen lips; her tone is definitely irritated.
I do not know what this unfamiliar warmth is, but I do know the possessive, dark beast that lives inside of me, the one that asserts ownership of New York and my mafia, the one that now wants to imprint my claim on Catalina in a very physical way, is very pleased.
I lean down and press a hard kiss against her lips. "So, you have never been kissed by anyone else?"
"No." She doesn't sound so cranky now; she's breathless.
She reacts so well to my kiss, to my touch.
I almost feel like smiling. "No other man has handled your beautiful tits?" Balancing myself on one arm, I cup her breast and then pinch the nipple with my free hand.
Catalina moans. "No."
