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My jeans have fallen around my ankles, and I kick them off. Gripping her tight to me, I carry her over to the desk. She locks her ankles behind my back when I sit down. I'm still buried deep in her, but neither of us moves as we stare at each other.

"Marry me," I breathe. "Be my one-and-forever."

This isn't how I planned to ask her to marry me. I hadn't allowed myself to even think or envision that version of forever until I was racing to San Jose to get her.

But it feels perfect.

I've just slain our enemies who dared to hurt her. I'm buried deep inside her. She's in my arms, where she forever belongs.

She blinks back tears. "You're such a fucking cunt," she whispers, hoarse and raw, and starts to move on me. She groans, tilting back her head. "It's unbelievable and indescribable how you feel inside me."

"Is that a yes?" I slam up to meet her downward movement, and her eyes roll back in her head.

"Fuck," she moans when I do it again.

"Answer me, Eden," I command darkly, gripping her hips to still her on top of me. "Or I won't let you come."

"You dick," she gasps.

I chuckle and bite her chin. She tries to move on me, to top me, but I hold her still. I can feel a pulse in her pussy.

Her eyes are playful with that snarky fire I love so much. "If I say yes, do I get your cum?"

Holding her still, my hands shift to pull her ass cheeks apart. "Oh, you're my little cum slut, hmm?"

Her mouth parts into a little 'O,' and the pulse in her pussy is stronger.

"And where would you like me to put my cum?"

"In my sopping wet pussy." She tries to move on me again.

"Wrong answer. Not until I have the vasectomy."

Her eyes widen at the reminder of my insistence on getting that procedure to protect her from ever feeling that horrendous pain of loss again.

"How about after I make you come two more times, then you get on your knees with your hands behind your back, watchingme fist this beautiful, god-like cock, and I'll spray your mouth, chin, and those fucking amazing, glorious, magnificent tits?"

"Oh, sweet fuck." Her pussy clenches.

"All you need to do is say the word, baby."

Her eyes are a luminous, beautiful hue of hazel. Her face is gorgeous and soft. "I love you, Vito Santoro. Of course, I say yes, you unhinged, fucking cunt."

"Sweetest words of my life."

Chapter 41

Eden

Checkingmyreflectioninthe mirror is something I rarely do, but today is different.

Frank had stitched my cheek from where Amazu's ring gashed my face. My fingertips drift lightly over the bruises on my cheeks and jaw.

Movement in the mirror catches my attention. I shift my gaze to see Vito leaning against the door frame of the ensuite in his penthouse bedroom.

Heat blooms in me, as it always does when I look at him, and my cooch pulses.

I'm Eden. His Garden of Eden. And he was made to sin with me.

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