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I’m panting, a coiled live wire of frustrated arousal desperately needing relief. But I know he won’t give me any unless I ask.

When I turn around, there’s blood on his teeth and lips. My fingers lift to brush against the raw skin where my neck meets my shoulder and come away with red on them.

The psycho drew blood.

His eyes darken to black, something scarily possessive shining in them as he watches a drop of blood roll down my neck. He picks it up on his index and stares at it before sucking his finger deeply into his mouth.

“It’s sealed in blood. You’re officially claimed,amor.”

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Thiago

Ifeel more than hear her approach me as she makes her way quietly into the kitchen. There’s an excited pinch in my stomach knowing she chose to meet me again tonight.

Without turning around, I head to the freezer and ask. “Which brand do you want to try this time?”

A few nights ago, I’d been trying to sleep when the possibility that she might go in search of another midnight snack had driven me out of bed and down to the kitchen. I’d sat at the island, watching time tick away slowly on the clock above the stove, wondering if this was a futile effort.

After a couple hours, I realized she wasn’t showing up and went back upstairs.

I’d come down the following night and waited, but she hadn’t shown. The next night had gone much the same as the two previous, except this time when I stood and turned to go back upstairs, I’d been stopped in my tracks by the sight of Tess hesitating in the entryway of the kitchen. She’d looked unsure whether to come in or not.

The way my insides softened laying eyes on her should have been alarming, but I ignored that physical warning like I had so many others before it.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I’d said.

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “Tonight?”

“Every night.”

She’d sat down at the island and tipped her chin at the freezer. “Let’s start your rocky road education then.”

We’d found each other the following evening, and again tonight, making this the third night in a row. It’s become an unspoken ritual, one we don’t discuss during the day but one that I also don’t want to miss.

The truth is, I haven’t been home much this past week. I’ve been keeping Augusto alive, albeit just barely at this point, and have spent the last few days trying to extricate the location of Adriana’s body and the name of the man responsible for her death out of him.

His men are tearing the city apart looking for their missingcaposo every extra day we keep him alive and in our custody is a massive risk. But turns out he’s a stubborn bastard. He’s refused to give us anything useful, no matter how much fun Fabian and Marco have had with him.

During the long, fruitless days I spend in his company, the only thing I look forward to are these midnight encounters with my wife. More than I should, especially since there’s something else entirely that I should be focused on.

When he lays bleeding at my feet, all I can think about is the way her blonde hair falls across her face when she bends her head to take a bite of ice cream. How she closes her eyes and savors that first taste. How they’re a completely different shade of blue when they reopen.

It’s starting to become a problem, how much she occupies my thoughts.

Even now, as I look back at her over my shoulder because she hasn’t answered my question, my breathing deregulates seeing her in a two-piece silk pajama set with lace trim.

Groaning, I drop my forehead against the freezer and will my cock to stop throbbing.

“Do me a favor and close your robe.”

“Says the guy without a shirt on.”

Turning, I see her eyes are hooded and tracing down the slope of my back. Her chest rises noticeably with every one of her deep inhales.

“There’s a simple solution to this… discomfortwe’re both feeling,” I point out.

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