His hand came up, fingers wrapping around her jaw. His thumb pressed into the soft curve beneath her ear, tilting her face upward so she had no choice but to look at him.
"You fuck anyone else," he said, "I'm setting us both on fire. Don't test me."
Her lips curved. "You wanna say that again," she murmured, "and imagine it coming from my mouth?"
His fingers tightened.
The thought hit him. Someone else's hands on her. Someone else's mouth.
It cut deeper than he had expected.
"Vee…I can't… I can't get out of it. I cannot avoid it. She is my wife."
"Then you shouldn't have bothered with me in the first place," she shot back immediately. The heat in her eyes was hurt laid bare. "We are trapped with each other. You fuck someone else, I fuck someone else."
"Tell me," Luca said suddenly, stepping back just enough to create space before delivering the blow he knew would wound, "which one of us paid fucking ten million for the other?"
Her eyes went cold.
Then her hand moved.
