Page 110 of Pitiful Lies

Angel inches forward, and I arch my back. He is going slow.

So achingly slow.

But it feels so good. Like so much more than sex. It’s like he is reaching deep into my soul, taking it, making it his.

And more than that, he is giving me his soul in return. And every inch of him that pushes inside me is marking me, branding me as his.

Angel is so big. So surprisingly tender.

“That’s it, Little Doll. Take me. Take. All. Of. Me.”

He withdraws and pushes back in hard and deep. So deep.

“Angel. My Angel!”

I gasp and clutch at his sides. I adore his body. Angel is magnificent, and he loves me so perfectly.

His hands are everywhere. He is touching me all over. My thighs. My hips. Our chests pressed tightly together. He kisses me, too.

His tongue tangles with mine, and I am drunk on him. Next, he is wrapping his arms around my back, hugging me to him. Angel groans and fucks me harder.

His hips are pumping, the staccato bringing me higher and higher.

This is not the tender lovemaking I imagined on my wedding night when I was a little girl.

This is frenzied. Brutish. And everything I need.

He is everything. All I will ever need.

Angel’s thighs push against mine, opening my legs farther, until the stretch is burning. But I love it. I want more.

He ruts into me at a punishing pace and before I can even register it is happening, I am flying. Pure pleasure crashes into me like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growls, arching above me as he fills me with his cum, and he looks so perfect.

Like a god. Like an avenging angel.

I’m too spent to smile when he crushes me beneath his weight, trying to catch his breath. But I never felt complete happiness like I do in this moment. And it is all because of him.

My husband.

My Angel.

EPILOGUE THREE-NICO

“Well?” Angel asks as I step out of my wife’s hospital room.

I accept the bag of clean clothes from him, knowing I am covered in all matter of biological stuffs. But I don’t care.

I am riding high on the birth of Anna’s and my second child.

“It’s a girl,” I announce, and the room breaks out into applause and well wishes.

All the leaders of the Vipers are there. Luc and Angel, my blood brothers, and their families. Our business partners from Volkov Industries, and our friends, are there as well.

I wasn’t sure about that, but when the wives started insisting they come to support Anna, who has been welcomed along with Maria and Giselle into their circle of friends, well, there was nothing any of us could do.

The four wolves of Volkov Industries were just as unhinged and fucked in the head over their wives as we were.

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