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I can’t believe he came to Miami. My breath stutters and my pulse skitters.

All this time and I finally see him again, but this time he’s bolder, more brash. The gleam in his eyes is malicious, a feeling I’m not accustomed to where Stone is concerned, and it unnerves me.

The scent of his cum is still on me, and I don’t have it in me to clean it from my skin. Knowing he marked me with his pleasure sends a wave of warmth rushing through me.

He wanted to mark me as his. He still wants me.

My stomach swirls with butterflies, a combination of excitement and nervousness. My entire being is consumed by him, and his cock filled me like only he knows how. The magnetic pull we have was as catalytic as ever, the connection incomparable to anything I’ve ever felt before. Like he’s the only person in the world for me, a soul mate destined for doom but prevails, nonetheless, and the hate and roughness behind him was something new.

I bite into my lip as I slowly work through the memory, as if cataloging it all to detail.

God, the roughness.

The depravity.

I’ve always seen it in his eyes, but it’s the first time I’ve ever experienced it, and I wonder if he has used other women this way before. I close my eyes at the pain of thinking he’s touched other women, experienced them when we were always meant to be.

They’ve experienced his touch and solace when I’ve had no choice but to endure my pain alone.

“I don’t like your behavior tonight, Sienna,” Jeremy seethes from beside me, snapping me out of my self-loathing and wayward thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper like a chastised child while wringing my hands in my lap as worry ebbs beneath my skin.

He turns his head, but I don’t have the courage to lift mine to face him. “Don’t let it happen again,” he snaps.

A sob catches in my throat at the prospect of letting him down, and I nod. “Of course.”

I look up from beneath my lashes to find his smile has quickly encompassed his handsome face. “Good.” The car comes to a stop. “We’re home now. Why don’t you go upstairs and takea bath? I’ll be in bed shortly.” The giddiness behind his words isn’t lost on me.

And like that, my blood runs cold, but I feign the perfected smile of a happy wife in order to protect us.

All of us.

Chapter Thirty

Stone

Jeremy Flanagan, a former chief executive of Flanagan’s entertainment, part of the Flanagan family dynasty, and worth an estimated six billion dollars, until his inheritance is passed down to him, of course.

Mr. Personality did his research and gave me a summary of his findings. Sienna was sold off to the Flanagans for a tidy sum, and in return, they have a share in the Carrera family businesses. This could be anything from the casinos, nightclubs, fight clubs, and trafficking industry. But I’m guessing not the latter. Benito has always been careful about who he shares that portion of his empire with.

He’s also spent years training Azrael to take over, so I doubt he’d ever risk a third party being involved, especially considering how lucrative human trafficking is.

Nope, there’s no way in hell the Flanagans have a share in that. Besides, not everyone is okay with shit like that. The O’Connells certainly don’t seem to be.

Me?

I’ve experienced the torture firsthand and would happily drop a nuke on the fuckers, but not before I take Sienna from them. The last thing I want is my girl being caught in the crossfire.

Then I can spend the rest of my life in bliss, punishing her tight little ass for betraying me by marrying another man after promising never to love another.

Yet I saw the truth in her eyes tonight.

She’s as much a liar as the rest of them, and I can’t trust her even if I want to.

My mind wanders to how incredible she looked and felt, and I stiffen in my pants. Her tight ass cheeks bounced off my hips like she was crafted for me, and they jiggled with each pump delivered.

I wonder if Jeremy has had her ass?

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