Chapter 14

Mariana shivered. "No."

His mouth drew back into a smirk of satisfaction, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "You're mine," he breathed. "Only mine."

At his words, something hot and risky drifted through her body, pooling in the aching area between her legs.

She swallowed a lump in her throat before saying. "You need to call a doctor to get your wound treated."

The worry in her voice rubbed Marcello the wrong way. She was worried about him.

"I'll text Alessandro to call the doctor." He told her. "But only if you straddle my face with your thighs."

Marcello was aware that he could provide treatment for his wound on his own, but since she kept urging him to contact a doctor, she owed him this.

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean…by that?"

He grinned. She was really cute. His innocent wife. Did she truly not understand what he had said?

"If you don't respond, it appears I will continue bleeding."

She sighed, cast a look on t