Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

unsure what to expect after what I’d witnessed.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he rumbled, voice laced with regret.
He gently pushed my hand away from my cut and inspected it. I winced
when he prodded the sore area. His brows pulled tight with worry. “Did I do
this?”
“Does it matter? You were the one who started the fight. You lost control.
You told me I’d never have reason to flinch from you. Today you proved your
own words wrong.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Only Christian.”
Cassio gritted his teeth. “Come. I need to take care of the wound.”
I followed him into the bathroom. Cassio didn’t say anything as he lifted me
on the vanity and began cleaning my wound.
“What happened in there?” I whispered.
Cassio put a bandage on my arm then pressed a kiss to my palm. When he
straightened, he no longer looked the caring husband but the bad cop starting his
interrogation. “What was Christian doing up here alone with you?”
I frowned. “He came to visit. I haven’t seen him in weeks. I sent Elia home
because Christian is capable of protecting me.”
Cassio cupped my neck. “Why did you shower before I came home?”
Was he serious? “I wasn’t aware that I had to ask you for permission to
shower.”
He looked furious. “Why did you shower? Answer me.”
“No. This is ridiculous.”
“If you don’t tell me why, I’ll have to assume you had to wash away proof of
what you did before.”
I flinched, then grimaced when I realized what he was insinuating. I shoved
against his chest. He didn’t budge.
“Are you really saying what I think you’re saying?” I was so horrified by the
mere idea, I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation.
Cassio grasped my thighs. “Then answer my question.”
I stared at him. He was really serious. “Simona puked all over me, that’s why
I showered. If you don’t believe me, check the washing machine. I didn’t have
time to turn it on yet.” He released me and actually disappeared from view. I
couldn’t believe him. I hopped off the counter, and my legs almost gave out. The
shock rested heavily on me. Seeing Cassio lose control like that, over something
this ridiculous, it had shaken me completely. I walked into the bedroom, not sure
if I wanted to spend the night here. When Cassio returned, he’d calmed visibly.
I shook my head slowly. “I can’t believe you thought I cheated on you with
my brother. That’s what you thought, right?”
His expression was hard. He uncuffed his shirt, something he did often to
avoid an answer.
“You should trust me, Cassio, but instead of doing that, you’re so blinded by
jealousy that you even suspect my brother to have an affair with me. How sick is