She’s testing me. And fuck, I’ve always been an overachiever.

I take a deep breath, but that only brings her scent into my lungs, mixing into my blood and going like octane through my veins.

“Why do you care?” She bares her teeth. “I could be out there on my back for whatever boy I want, and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Carina, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t say anything like that to me ever again.” I’m two crazed heartbeats away from stripping her down and throwing her in the shower, scrubbing her skin clean of any other man’s touch, then shoving my hard cock so deep inside her that she’ll never doubt me again.

“Are you supposed to be in here?” Her gaze darts to the door, then teasingly back to me. “What if Antonio walks in and sees?”

“He’ll see me disciplining a brat.” I’m caught up in lust, in jealousy, in every raw emotion I’ve tried to avoid.

“A brat?” She smirks. “Me?” She arches, pressing her breasts against me, her hot cunt only a few pieces of fabric away from my aching cock.

“Tell me his name, and I’ll go.”

“Whose name?” She flutters her lashes innocently.

The name of the man I’m going to kill. “The name of the man you were with tonight.”

“Hmmm.” She purses her lips, giving her an even more pouty look. “I can barely remember.”

“You don’t remember the names of your”–the next word sticks in my throat, but I push through it–“lovers?”

Her eyes narrow. “Do you remember yours?”

This has gone on long enough. I pull my trump card. “Tell me who he is, or I’ll tell Antonio about your late-night activities. Do you think he’ll be all right with you sneaking out?”

Her nose wrinkles. “You’d do that?”

“I’d do that and much, much worse.” Starting with reddening her perfect ass then eating her cunt until she begs me to stop.

“Asshole,” she says under her breath.

My self-control is slipping. Every second that she sasses me, it slips a little more. I pride myself on my ability to rein in my nature and the nature of those around me. I’ve kept Antonio from going off half-cocked more times than I can count. But right now, I’m the one who’s on the verge of making a mistake. I’m the one who needs someone to pull me back from the edge. But all Carina seems to want to do is push me off it, shove me over the cliff until I’m falling into her and doing every feral, filthy thing that’s churning through my mind right now.