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And then I slid inside, pushing against her tight muscles. She was wet but so fucking tight. I supposed it had been a long time since her husband had died, and Georgia didn’t seem like she’d been dating. I forced thoughts of other men from my mind. It didn’t matter. Nothing that came before mattered anymore. I’d replace those memories of anyone else. I’d replace the touch of anyone else and make it mine, even if I had to come on every single part of her fucking body. She’d smell like me, be marked by me… be mine.

I went deeper, and she cried out. I was barely holding back. My relief at saving her was too strong. My fear of losing her had stretched my control too far.

I sealed my mouth to hers and forged into her as far as I could, her lithe body finally accepting my invasion. Then I pulled out and slammed back in. She moaned, the sound sending all the hair on my body standing on end. It was a sound I’d never dared to dream I might hear again.

The only blessing I’d ever need.

I fucked her steadily against the wall, forcing myself as deep inside as I could go. I wanted my skin to merge with hers, my heart to thud with hers, and most of all, I wanted to come buried deep inside this woman, so deep she’d never be able to get me out. Then I could taint her, just as truly as she’d tainted me. My sweet, beloved poison.

I was going to come. For the first time in fourteen years, I was coming inside a woman, and it was the same one as all those years before. The only woman I’d ever fucked. The only woman I’d ever wanted to. Georgia was right when she’d called me a robot. I wasn’t a man like other men. I’d never wanted anyone other than her, and when she was lost, I simply hadn’t wantedanyone. My blood rushed only for her. My heart beat only at her command. She thought she was my hostage, my leverage, a prisoner in this marriage. She had no idea that it was already too late for me. I’d always been her most devoted worshipper, even when I thought I hated her.

Now, I was her slave.

“Elio,” she said in my ear, holding on tightly despite my brutal pace. “Elio, I want to come.”

“Then come,cara. Come with me deep inside you… right where I was always supposed to be.”

She cried out, her body tensing and closing around me so tightly, I could barely pull out. Instead, as my balls drew up and my own orgasm surged through me, I pushed deeper in, pinning her to the wall with my cock, and came.

With a shout that was wrenched from my bones, I came endlessly inside her taut channel, feeling her turn even wetter and slippery inside with my cum. Her thighs held me, keeping me inside. Her breasts were flattened to my chest, and her face turned toward mine as soon as I reared my head back. I kissed her, plunged deep, connected once and for all. I kissed her for all that she’d cost me, and for all that I’d suffered without her. I kissed her for all the lonely days and nights without her. I kissed her for how I’d scared her when I’d found her in LA, and how I’d stolen her future from her.

I kissed her for how I had no intention of letting her go. Ever.

34

GEORGIA

When I woke, the world was swaying. It made sense, really, considering what had happened last night. The world today wasn’t the same one as yesterday. It was forever changed.

I sat up. Sunlight flooded onto the bed from the high windows along the top of the walls.

Right, suddenly the bobbing made sense. I was on Elio’s yacht.

A knock at the door sent me yanking the sheet up to my chin. The door opened, and Toni stood in the entrance.

“Good morning, Mrs. Santori. I’ve got some clothes here for you. If you get dressed, I’ll drive you home.”

“Where’s Elio?” I wondered.

Toni’s face didn’t give anything away. “Working. It’s past lunchtime.”

“What?” I had no way to tell the damn time, and there wasn’t a clock in the room. “You could have woken me earlier! I hope you weren’t waiting for me to wake up.”

“There’re worse places to be on the clock than sitting on the deck of a yacht,” Toni said primly.

I was starting to think she had quite the wicked sense of humor beneath her deadpan delivery.

“Anyway, it was the boss’ orders not to wake you. He told me you were hurt last night.”

“I’m okay. Everyone needs to stop worrying about me. It wasn’t my blood.” I wrapped the sheet around me and hung my legs over the end of the bed. “What about Elio’s other security? Were you working last night?”

“No, I was off, since the boss was with you. Everyone is accounted for. You don’t take down the Santori squad easily.” Toni gave me a rare smile.

I nodded, relieved. The thought that Elio’s closest people could have been hurt protecting me didn’t sit well at all.

“I’ll get dressed and come out,” I told Toni, getting up and heading to the bag she’d brought me. When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I nearly screamed. My hair was dried in damp snakes over my shoulders, my face was wild and black-rimmed with old makeup, and my lips were swollen like I’d been stung by bees. Worst of all was the stubble rash across my cheeks, and the bites down my neck. Elio hadn’t been gentle last night… not by a long shot, and I had loved it.

I’d burned in his brutal hands.

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