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I thrust forward, bottoming out in one slow, agonizing push, and fuck—she’s so tight, so fucking perfect, I nearly lose it right there.

“Jesus, Kat… Your cunt is fucking ecstasy. You’re going to ruin me.”

The rest of the world fades as we lose ourselves in each other until there’s nothing left but heat and connection and a sense of rightness.

My hands grip her full hips while I pump into her with long, deep strokes. She tosses her head to the side, closing her eyes. I bring my other hand up to gather up the hair at the nape of her neck and tug.

I can’t help but ride rougher now. I’m losing control.

Her eyes blast open. “I can take it. Harder.”

“Harder?” My hold body clenches to not break her in two when that word leaves her cherry lips. “You want it harder?”

“Mmmm…”

Her tits bounce with every thrust as I drive us both closer to orgasm. I’m losing control.

The bed creaks beneath us, but I don’t care. Nothing matters except her—the way she feels, the way she tastes, the way she whispers my name like it’s both a question and an answer.

“Santi,” she breathes, her voice trembling but sure. “I’m there…”

I’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as Kat coming on my cock. I chase my release, hips slapping between her legs, my hand still fisting her dark hair. Her pussy clamps down on me, milking me, and I snap.

“Fuck baby, that’s it… take it—” My hips slam into hers, relentless, punishing, until my vision goes white and I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life, claiming every inch of her, branding her from the inside out.

I collapse gracelessly beside her, both of us breathless and spent.

The air is thick with the scent of sex, with her, with us, and I can’t fucking move. My body is wrecked, my mind shattered, and still, I want more.

I trace the curve of her shoulder, wishing I could make this moment last forever.

Moonlight catches in her eyes, stripping her bare. No armor. No walls.

Her fingers tighten around my arms.

“Stay,” shewhispers.

She never had to ask. I already know I’m not walking out of this room.

But in the silence, something else lingers. The weight of what we just did. Of what we are. Of what’s coming.

Because this fight isn’t over. The unseen eyes, the threats lurking in the dark, the storm of obligations I should be preparing for?—

I should be thinking about all of that.

But instead, I tangle my fingers in her hair, brush my lips against her temple, and let myself forget.

Just for tonight.

Because come morning, the world will try to take her from me again.

Chapter Twenty-Four

PRESENT

The first lightof dawn creeps in, stealing across the sheets like a quiet warning. I wake to the steady rhythm of Kat’s breathing beside me, her body warm, tucked close. The scent of sex still lingers on my skin. For a few precious seconds, I pretend there’s nothing outside this bed that can touch us.

Then reality creeps in—the ’Ndrangheta. The cameras. The fact that last night, I let myself forget any of it existed.

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