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I force the words out, spewing them with any spit left in my mouth. “Because…I hate you.”

Everything goes black.

When I come to, I’m on my back while my husband works swiftly in and out of me. “Don’t wake up yet. I’m almost finished, little girl. Let me fuck you while you’re unconscious.” His lips cover mine with a passionate embrace, and I erupt, convulsing with another bout of rapture that he channels through his body and into mine. He studies my expression as I do and thrusts in a final time to fill me and groans. “My jealous little angel.”

So heavy. He’s so heavy when he collapses onto me. It’s difficult to gather my air and exhaustion settles within my ragged muscles. But his mouth finds its way to my ear and whispers, “I love you.”

Chapter 21

Strauss

She stares at me with as much of a bewildered expression as I’ve seen her have. Laughter bubbles up from my lungs, so much so I can’t stop. Tears form in the corners of my eyes as she tries to scramble away from me. But I just grip her tighter.

“I love you, little angel. And I love nothing.”

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

My mouth nuzzles her neck, still covered in blood. “I just needed you to know.” It’s freeing to let loose all these emotions and thoughts. Just let them fly into the atmosphere without consequence.

The door bangs against the back wall as Sev kicks it open. Guns pulled and pointed at the bed. His jowls jiggle as his jaw drops, then his hand covers his mouth. Bending over, he dry heaves several times, retching repeatedly at the sight of the room. Dilan calmly enters behind him and her eyes spear my face with a look that says everything. If she could, she’d say,I told you so.

My wife glances at me for instruction, and I pull her up with me, latching her legs around my waist and carrying her into the bathroom.

On the way, Dilan asks, “Sir, what would you have me do with this room?”

“Burn it down. I don’t give a fuck. My wife and I are moving to a different part of the castle.”

With a final shove, my heel kicks the ensuite door closed, and I drop us in the shower. Astrid shrieks when I turn on the water, covering us with harsh, icy pelts.

“It’s cold!”

“Yeah, you need to chill.” Her arms hug her upper body as the blood washes off us in sheets. I turn her so her back presses to my chest. Then I rub my face with a hand, grab the soap, and get to work on her body. Most of the whore remnants landed in her long hair and my fingers work diligently to get it all out. “Why are you angry?” My flaccid cock slaps between her ass cheeks as I thrust my hips forward, hoping to annoy her enough to get an answer. “Huh?”

She spins to face me, jutting her chin out with a glare. “You killed Brandon. You said, ‘He touched what’s mine.’ I heard you.”

“Yep. I said that.”

“So, if I’myours…”Tears form on the rims of her lower eyelids and my lips tingle to press against her forehead just to comfort her. She looks so young and vulnerable, like the night in the mud.

“Yes?”

Her heavy breasts rise as she takes a giant inhale. “Then you’re mine.” One of her index fingers digs into my sternum as she scolds me. “And no one touches what’s mine.”

Lifting her face up with my fist, I place my lips against her mouth and whisper, “Then I’m yours, Mrs. Strauss.” Blue eyes narrow at me as I back up, but despite the severity of her gaze, I can’t help but smile at the overwhelming joy ricocheting inside me. My hands grip her shoulders, then turn her again so I cancontinue shampooing her hair. “I didn’t ask them in there. I didn’t fuck them. You just assumed. They were messing with you, I’m sure.”

Her voice echoes off the tiles as she huffs out a haughty laugh. “They’re dead now.”

My mirth transforms to a sudden lust at the sound, and I tug her close to me. With my chin resting on her shoulder, I squeeze my eyes closed to memorize the feeling. “Fuck, I love you. You’re myperfectweapon.”

She freezes in my arms. Some odd satisfaction comes over me that she’s so bothered by the admission. But I’m not holding back. Not anymore.

“How did you know about me? How did you, when I didn’t even remember myself?”

“My spies do good work.” Silence is her reply, as if she’s contemplating something. “Clavius sent them to take your brother and end your parents’ lives. They didn’t know about you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her voice is flat when she says, “I’m not ashamed at all. I guess I just didn’t remember because…I don’t want to see those images. The ones of my parents.”

I wrap my arms tighter around her and squeeze as my own nightmare returns. She lets me.

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