Treachery

The carton slaps the table where he drops it.

He grins.

“I don’t mind either way, but I prefer not to get cheese and tomato sauce on my pristine floors.”

And like that, Ta

“I’ll sit. Thanks.”

“Excellent decision,” he says, taking a seat. “Now my maid won’t have a mess to clean up tomorrow.”

Positioned opposite from him at the table, I wait with arms crossed as he dishes out a few slices, laughter clogging my throat to see such a simple meal.

“I’m surprised you chose pizza. I would have assumed you’d be a steak and potatoes kind of man.”

“I am,” he answers with a voice full of gravel.

“But that would have taken more time to have prepared and delivered, and I don’t want any interruptions now that you’re here.”

His dark, moss green eyes lock to mine.

“I have you cornered, Luca, and you know it. So, would you like to take a guess as to what you can do to walk away from this unscathed?”

There’s no reason a man eating should be as fascinating as watching Ta

Shaking myself of the stupid reaction, I pick at the food on my plate and answer, “You want me to fuck you. Most likely here on this table after you’re finished torturing me with food I don’t want to eat.”

His jaw works as he chews, the golden color of his skin shadowed in all the right places. I watch as his throat works to swallow the bite, my teeth working the inside of my cheek to keep from slapping him and ru

He’s only improved with age, a cocky, gorgeous college boy now a man with all the strength and virility you’d want.

“Wrong,” he finally says, breaking my concentration.

“If this was just about fucking you, I would have lifted your skirt in the bathroom today and taken what you so obviously want to give me.”

Cold laughter bubbles from my throat.

“I now know why you need a house this large.”

Ta

I shake my head. “To accommodate your insane ego.”

His eyes glimmer.

“You know what they say about a man’s ego…you can use it to accurately guess the size of his cock.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course, you would go there.”

“You can’t tell me it isn’t true. I seem to remember all sorts of moans falling over those pretty lips of yours the one time you rode it.”

Smiling, he takes another bite before dropping his slice on his plate, his expression transitioning to become all business.

“This goes deeper than fucking you, or the size of my ego.”

He shoves the plate away and sets his elbows on the table, his eyes locking to mine.

“I want nothing more than to destroy your pissant for a husband.”

A spark of hope bursts in my stomach. “Then why are you helping him?”

His lips twitch with humor.

“I want nothing from him, except to watch him squirm. I have no reason to help him. Except-“

“Except to get even with me.” I finish for him.

Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms over my chest.

“I have to admit, Ta

“And yet it’s you that keeps bringing it up.”

The realization hits me like a speeding train.

If I stand a chance of standing up to Ta

Otherwise, I know this man will take far too much enjoyment in tearing me to shreds.