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“I liked it… maybe a little too much,” she confessed.

I laughed, sinking to my knees between her thighs again.

“Then I’ll spend a fucking lifetime kneeling for you,” I murmured, running a finger over her still-sensitive clit, and she flinched.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you come on my tongue and fingers before your body surrenders, and you beg me to stop.”

I grin before sinking my tongue into her cunt, her hands tangled in my hair.

The answer was eight.

Eight more orgasms, and she fell apart in my arms.

CHAPTER60

MADDOX

“You’re crazy if you think I’d support you on this, Maddox.”

Lydia’s colorful eyes met mine from across the room, drew the attention of all the men around the table—my most loyal soldiers, the ones I trusted with my life.

Her presence in this meeting was her choice—she insisted on taking part. She wasn’t pleased when she found out how I sent Angelo back to our father.

He may have a broken rib… or two.Broken nose, beaten face. Minimal damage, but enough to send a message to my dear father, wherever he’s hiding now.

I’m not a man who prides himself on self-control, and right now, my little sister is stepping over the line, allowing herself to speak to me like this in front of my men.

I rested my hand on the chair’s armrest, scratching my jaw, letting my rings scrape my skin as I stared at her with narrowed eyes.

“Feel free to leave, Lydia.” I relaxed into the chair as she glared at me.

“You realize this is madness, right?” she hissed, her voice sharp as asnake’s, while the men’s gazes shifted from her to me. “You want to kill our father?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t hesitate. It’s ridiculous that she’s still trying to protect him after everything he’s done to us.Another reminder that, despite being one of the deadliest assassins in the fucking world, she’s still weak, letting her feelings cloud her judgment.

“And for what? All of this for this bitch?” She spat the words out withvenom. “She doesn’t deserve the war that’s been started because of her.”

“Choose your words more carefully in my presence, Lydia. The nexttime you disrespect my woman, I’ll slit your throat along with your vocal cords to make sure you never do it again.”

The room fell into a suffocating silence, the temperature plummeting, and the tension between Lydia and me hung thick in the air.

“Your woman?” she laughed, shaking her head with disappointment. “So she’s your woman now?”

“Yes.”

Allyn had been mine from the moment she kissed me for the first time and I was just too dumb and stubborn to admit it aloud. I was terrified by the way she made me feel.

But not anymore.

It’s ironic when I think about it.

I never wanted to keep a woman longer than one night. The idea of even looking at a woman after I was done with her, let alone fuck her again or let her touch was absurd to me. But with Allyn, I find myself doing all these things and begging for more.

It’s different. She’s different.

She has me wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it. I’d do anything for her—cross any line. For the first time in my miserable life, I want to keep someone.

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