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He hums, satisfied, and bends his head, nuzzling his face against the side of mine. “You’ve come a long way these past few months,amor,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.

A contented sigh leaves my lips. “You can be very convincing,” I say breathily, cupping the side of his face to hold him against me.

“You tell no one about this.” His tone is categorical. “And if a time ever comes where the NCA comes after us, you will lie and say you never saw a single document, email, receipt,nothing. All you know is I dabbled in imports and exports. You will hide that clever brain of yours behind averyconvincing dumb blonde act and you will feign ignorance, do you understand me? You leave me to rot in prison and you save yourself.”

It’s too late for me to do that, I’m too far gone.

Instead of arguing about it with him now, I curl a strand of my hair around a finger, look up at him with wide eyes and jokingly say, “Huh?”

He smirks, eyes shining with pride. “Good girl.”

“Protecting me again?” I ask.

“What did I tell you?”

A smile tugs at my lips. “With your life?”

“With my life.”

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Chapter Fifty-Two

Thiago

Just when I thought my wife couldn’t get any more addictive, she goes ahead and proves me wrong. Her willingness to put herself at risk to help me may be the hottest thing she’s ever done, and that’s saying something.

When I was strongly advised to marry and then when I decided to take her specifically, I never expected to get an actual partner out of it. It wasn’t something I was interested in and it wasn’t something I thought she could ever, or would ever, want to provide.

The fact that she’s even offering her help cracks through the final layer of ice around my heart and makes that dark organ hers. It starts to beat again after years of inactivity. Slowly, carefully, as if scared of its own strength, of the way the pulse announces its revival with thunderous aplomb.

I wonder if she knows. Does she have any idea at all that her very breathing controls me? That I can’t focus when we’re in the same room because my senses are entirely trained on the rise and fall of her breaths to pick up on any shift that might indicate discomfort?

Any power I have pales in comparison to the one she wields over me. She has the ability to control me with nothing but a smile and a whispered word, a power that hundreds of men would kill to possess, and I’m not sure she even wants it.

I never expected this obsession to turn into more. To not only have her become my greatest weakness, but to truly embrace it.

My mouth finds hers with the same kind of urgent desperation that’s racing through my mind. Heat barrels through me at the first contact of our lips. She reaches to cup the back of my neck and pulls me closer, extricating a lustful groan from me in the process.

Reaching into my pocket, I find the small remote I tucked in there earlier and press the button. Tess startles, a surprised gasp falling from her lips and into my mouth as she jumps back. Wide blue eyes framed with long lashes look up at me in shock as a buzzing sound comes to life between us.

“What–” she gasps again, her features twisting erotically.

“It’s a vibrating plug,” I purr, kissing her lips.

“Oh, god,” she whispers, hands fisting my shirt as her knees falter.

My eyes are trained on her face, unable to look away from the spectacle that is her growing pleasure. “How does it feel?”

She groans. “You’re– you’re evil for this.”

I chuckle darkly, lifting my phone to my ear.

“Yes?” Cillian answers.

“Turn the cameras off on the roof.”

Tess’s eyes darken and she takes a step back.

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