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“Please,” she moans. “I want it, oh my god, I want it.”

I growl with pure animal lust and slide myself deep inside.

Fuck, she’s so tight. It’s absolute bliss, the way she grips me. I glide in and out, fucking her slow at first, getting her used to my size, before taking her the way I fucking need it.

I spank her ass and fill her to the brim. Over and over, her cheeks slapping against my hips. I tear into her as she moans into the couch cushions, and finally, I reach forward, leaning over so I can stroke her clit with my fingers, and that finally throws her over the edge.

Her pussy clamps down like heaven as she comes. Her back arches and she groans, moving forward, almost getting away, but I pin her and fuck her like a savage. I’m growling, moaning, lost in the pleasure of filling my wife’s beautiful, greedy little pussy, when I finally explode deep into her. I fill her to the brim, the orgasm ripping my brain into tiny little shreds and leaving me tingling with bliss as I fall back onto the couch.

She crawls onto my lap. I hold her against me, both of us half-dressed and breathing hard. I lean down to kiss her and stroke her hair.

“I should break the rules more often,” she says with a lazy, happy grin on her face.

After we shower,I get her into bed. She’s sleepy and looks fucking adorable as she snuggles into a little ball. I stay with her while she passes out—slightly tempted to fuck her into a gloopy mess again—but when she’s finally down, I slip out of bed.

Jean’s still awake like I knew he would be. He’s staying in his own suite down the hall. I knock and he lets me in, even though it’s a little past three in the morning.

“You should get some rest,” I tell him.

He shrugs and returns to the table. The ledger is open beside a notebook where he’s making copious annotations. “I almost have this cracked. You want some wine?”

I walk over to the bottle on the counter and pour myself a glass. I toss it back, pour another, drink down half, and stare back at him with rage and malice in my heart.

“Henri almost assaulted Brianne earlier tonight.”

He stops what he’s doing and sits back. “Did he really? I knew he was a stupid piece of shit, but—” Jean shakes his head, looking disgusted. “Did she get away all right?”

“Grandpère stepped in. No doubt playing the good cop.” I move toward my friend. “I want men on Brianne at all times. Tell at least one guard to shadow her no matter where she goes or when she’s moving.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

“And I need eyes on Henri.” I give my friend a meaningful look. “This situation has gone on long enough.”

Jean stares back and slowly nods. “Consider it done.”

“Good.” I walk to him and squeeze his shoulder. He takes a breath and steels himself. Of everyone I know, Jean’s the strongest. He knows what’s going to come and what it might mean for us, but he’s loyal and smart, and he knows we’ll get through this together.

Because I can’t stomach this a second longer.

Grandpère has done nothing but undermine me since coming here, and now one of his most trusted advisors is harassing my wife.

It’s unacceptable. It’s unconscionable.

I never should have let it go on this long.

And now it’s time to do something about it.

Chapter 31

Brianne

Julien takes me with him when he goes out to run some errands the next day.

He says it’s because I’ve been cooped up too much, but I suspect he just wants to keep an eye on me.

Which is fine—I really have been going stir-crazy. Kim’s getting moved to her room later today, and in the meantime, he takes me on a series of visits to various delis, bars, and restaurants scattered all over the city.

“Chicago’s split up into pieces,” he explains as we roll slowly through a rundown block of Southside. Men stand on corners, looking bored and intimidating. “Some of these are owned by the Hayes Group, some by the Quinns, and others by the Biancos. I have my corners, Dusan has his, and there are a few other players, though none worth mentioning.”

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