Page 32 of The Devil's Demise

She gasps on a cry, her fingers trembling as they find her mouth, tears sprinkling into her eyes when I remove a box from my pocket and reveal the ring I gave her years ago. Except, there’s a new diamond there, something a little bigger to symbolize our growing love.

I had told her I was going to have it cleaned a week ago, but little did she know, it was all part of my plan.

“What do you say, baby? Would you marry me again?”

She nods frantically, her features softening. “I’d marry you every single time you ask.” Her voice cracks, more tears drowning in her eyes. “Every single time.”

“That’s a good thing.” I chuckle. “Or the next part might have been awkward.” Everyone explodes in laughter, cheers, and whistles. The sound of clapping envelops around us as I slip the ring on her finger. As soon as I rise, I circle my arms around her, pulling her flush against me, and slam her mouth to mine.

More celebration explodes and I almost forget why we’re here until it starts to quiet and the wedding officiant clears her throat behind me—the same one we used on our wedding day.

“Dante ... this is . . .” Raquel cries, swiping under her eyes. “I’m speechless.”

“Are we ready?” the officiant asks. “Or do we need more time?” There’s a glint of a knowing smile on her face and Raquel’s cheeks grow pink.

I tuck her chin in my palm and turn her face to mine. “I’ve always been ready.”

“Okay, eww,” Carnelia says from my right. “Could you guys not make out again until, like, after we’re all gone?” Her tone slinks with revulsion.

More laughter breaks and we’re both laughing too. And because I’m that kind of dad, I snap a hand to the back of my wife’s neck and kiss her like mad.

PART III

ENZO & JADE

CHAPTER1

JADE

ONE YEAR LATER

Once upon a time,the walls caged me in, but now, they hold all the things that matter. It’s been a year since Agnelo died. And if Enzo hadn’t assured me he was truly gone, I may not have believed it.

I’ve spent years terrorized by him, living under his shadow, fearing for Robby and me. But we’re both safe now, together. With Enzo as my husband, I’ve never felt safer.

We’ve been married for four months now and there are still days I have to remind myself that this is really my life. That I didn’t somehow dream it up. But his loving arms and the soothing ways he speaks to me when we’re alone in bed together, they remind me that I’ve finally found my home.

I slip into a pair of stilettos, readying to go to work while he sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, and gazing up and down my body like he’s undressing me already. Through the mirror, I find the wickedness lurking beneath my husband’s fierce gaze. “Don’t you dare look at me that way.” I fidget with the sleeves of my blouse, a shiver racing down my back. “I have to go to work,” I toss out, avoiding him now as I wind around to the closet, shifting through, looking for a handbag.

He rises off the bed, and my nipples instantly harden beneath my bra, those footfalls heavy. That firm chest presses into my back. I see him behind me through the mirror, and without leaving my gaze, he wraps a hand around my throat, putting pressure, enough to fuel my nerve endings, making me tingle and ache.

His other palm curls around my hip, his mouth dipping to the slope of my ear. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.” His gaze is a darkened lull of obsession as they take me in through the mirror. I drown in their melody, my flesh his for the taking.

“Enzo,” I groan, my ass rubbing over his hardened length, thick and heavy under his gray sweats.

“You keep saying my name that way and I’m gonna drag you to the floor and fuck your pretty mouth until it’s dripping with my cum.”

“Oh lord . . .” I gasp a moaning breath, dropping my head back against his chest. His dirty talk always sets me off. “It’s not fair that you’re doing this now, when I have to be at work.” I sigh.

“Good,” he hums as those lips sink to my neck, teeth biting, lips kissing me there while I cry out for more. My hand snaps to the top of his head as he says, “I want you to think about my fat cock fucking you all day.” He kisses me again, sucking on my skin, as those eyes burn into mine. Watching him, watching me ... my God, I want this man now. “I want your pussy aching for me when you get home. And when you’re back with me, I’m gonna spread you open and feast on your pussy like it’s the last goddamn meal I’ll ever get.”

“Ugh!” I grumble in frustration.

A masculine hand glides from my hip and down my thigh, fingers fledging up my inner thigh until those fingertips brush across my pussy. Even through my jeans, I can feel the weight of his touch.

“Enzo ... please,” I beg, forgetting my job, forgetting everything but him. He sucks on my earlobe. The vibration of his growling makes my core throb.

“I’m gonna be hard all day thinking about your wet cunt riding me. You know how much I love to watch you when you fuck me.”

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