“You’re asking me to marry you?”

“Again, don’t be ridiculous.”

“What is this?”

“It’s not a question.” He flicks his gaze to the box. “Open it.”

I lift the box and unwrap and open it. The massive single diamond is overwhelmingly beautiful. “This looks like an engagement ring.”

“It is,” he confirms.

“I’m so confused. You want me to pick a date for our wedding, but you’re not asking me to marry you.”

“Pick a damn date, or I will.” He looks over the calendar and places his finger on the first Saturday of the month. “That’ll do.” He sits back, lifts his juice and takes a sip. I hit the bottom of the glass, spilling the content down his chin and onto his suit. He laughs as he places the glass down, takes his napkin and wipes away the drops of juice. Marco says nothing as he takes a Benjamin out of his pocket and slides it over to Dominic. “I knew you’d choose violence over just accepting your fate.” The bastards made a bet.

I look to Marco who’s refusing to meet my eyes, then to Eliza who’s smiling but not saying anything, then to Dominic who picks his fucking tablet up like he’s not just dropped a massive bombshell on me, and casually peruses it. “I’m not picking a date.”

“Then the Saturday I’ve chosen will do.”

“I’m busy, washing my hair,” I say.

“Fine. Sunday, then.”

“Shaving my legs.”

Dominic looks over the tablet to me and arches a brow. I cross my arms in front of my chest and do the same. Bring it, buddy. “Rosa,” he warns with a deliciously dangerous tone that sends a shiver to my very core.

“Dominic,” I say trying to hold on to my strength. I will not allow his dominance to reduce me to a wanton tart, desperate for his cock.

He lowers the tablet while keeping his hard eyes locked on mine. He picks up the box, removes the ring, and gestures for my left hand with a small flick of his fingers. He slides the ring on my finger and winks at me as the corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk.

Fuck. That wink has done precisely what I was trying to stop. Bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Pick the fucking date,” he commands as he softly runs his thumb over my knuckles.

I snatch my hand back and glance at the ring on the sly. It fits snugly and looks perfect on my hand, like it was made especially for me. Knowing Dominic, it probably was. “Fine,” I snap as if it’s a massive inconvenience for me. I look at the calendar and point to the Saturday he already chose. “There. Done.”

Dominic looks at the date and nods. “About fucking time.” He pushes his chair back, stands and lifts me out of my chair. “Please excuse us, my wife needs to be shown that what I say, goes.” He tosses me over his shoulder and spanks my ass as we head out of the dining room.

“I’m not your wife yet,” I argue as he carries me upstairs. I’m not even upset by the way he’s throwing me around. If anything, it’s making me hornier.

He spanks me again as he enters his bedroom, walking over to his bed and throws me on it. He shrugs out of his orange juice-covered suit jacket I lean on my elbows to watch him strip. “Shut the fuck up and get naked.”

Yes, sir.

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