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I take her slower, an arm sliding under her back, my eyes on hers, watching her face twist in pleasure.

No one will ever touch her like this.

No one will dare.

Elara is mine for the rest of her life.

I bring her body up until she’s almost seated on the edge, my arm supporting her back as I take her deeper, hitting that spot inside that has her losing her mind, moaning things I can’t make out.

I give her more, harder and faster with each thrust, until she cries out with her release.

“Yes, that’s it, let me feel it all.” I fist her hair and groan, enjoying the sight of her falling apart.

Her nails sink into my shoulders as she comes in ripples, tightening around me until she’s finally through. Her body sags, and that’s when I allow myself to come, pounding inside her and filling her up.

I growl out a curse, clutching the back of her head, both of us breathless.

Letting out a short chuckle, my lips stroke hers. “You here… This was a nice surprise. You can surprise me like that any time.”

She shoots me a dreamy, wistful smile. “I might consider that.”

“Mm.” I grab a fistful of her ass. “You make me crazy.”

“We’ve established that already.” She throws her arms around me. “Think I could somehow climb through your window so no one has to see me do the walk of shame?”

I brush my thumb over her rosy lips. “I can always kill them. They’ve been pissing me off anyway.”

She rolls her eyes playfully and swats my chest. “I don’t need you to kill anyone for looking at me funny.”

“You married the boss of the Irish Mob, baby. It’s what we do.” I grin. “Don’t worry, though. I try my best to only kill the really bad ones. The other ones, I just maim.”

“Aww.” She pouts. “You’re so thoughtful.”

“Aren’t I?” I give her a quick kiss, groaning as I do.

My arms curl around her, not wanting her to go. She doesn’t fight it, melting right into me.

And I swear right here and now that I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take this away from me.

This family we have now, it’s forever.

And I won’t let anyone break us.

CHAPTER 37

ELARA

He bought me a beautiful gown for tonight’s birthday party for Konstantin. Apparently Konstantin is not just anyone. He’s the head of the Russian Mafia. The Bratva, as he told me it’s called.

I stare at myself in the bloodred sweetheart gown, a small train sweeping the floor.

The door creaks behind me and he whistles, causing me to turn with a wide grin. I don’t miss the small black box he’s holding, curious to see what’s inside.

“You look beautiful.” His hooded gaze takes me in, making my nipples pebble beneath the silk.

“Thank you. And you look insanely handsome.” My face flushes when I take him in.

His dark hair is coiffed back, eyes appearing even more emerald than normal. His large frame is hugged tight in his black tux.

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