Page 61 of Sweet Misery

MINE.

“I-I think there is,” she said, squeezing my hand. “I know I should tell you to go to Hell. To tell your brothers the same. But we’re all already in Hell.” She closed her eyes briefly and inhaled before opening them and staring at me. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Sever. I thought of you every single day I was gone, but I knew how broken I was. How useless I’d be to you as long as my father was around to control me. I mean, look! Look what’s happened.” She gestured around the room and scoffed. “This isn’t how I wanted to find you again.”

“Me either,” I admitted.

She offered me a sad smile. “I want you too, Sever. I just don’t want you to be cruel and mean. I can’t deal with that. Your brothers are already that way. I like them. A lot, honestly. The twins make me feel things I didn’t think was possible. Massimo is so strong and grumpy. So no-nonsense. I like all those things. But you? You’re my Sever. I want that. Just for me.”

Her words did something to me.

I’d give her anything she fucking wanted.

I crushed my lips against hers, tasting her, claiming her, owning her.

She kissed me back, making my heart sore.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

It was all I could think about.

Anything. Anything at all. It was hers.

I was a fucking goner, and the pieces were finally sliding into place.

Even the piece where I’d kill my father to free us all.

19

ARIANNA

Sever was indescribable. He wasn’t the monster he was the first time he’d fucked me. This Sever took his time. He undressed me slowly. Kissed me. Cradled me. Whispered to me.

“I love you.” His lips skimmed along my jaw, his naked body pressed against mine. He was dangerously close to entering my pussy. His cock teased me, and I was all but whimpering, wanting him deep inside.

“I love you,” I answered back softly.

He breached my pussy, his thick, long cock stretching me. I winced, knowing he was just as large as his brothers and would decimate my world again.

But I wanted it, crazy as it was.

If I had to live in this Hell, then I wanted something for the trouble.

And that was the Saconne brothers.

All four of them.

They were mine.

I dug my nails deep into his back, earning a feral groan from him as I jutted my hips up to meet his.

“Fuck,” he choked out, slowly sinking deeper inside me. “Baby. Fuck.”

I moaned from his term of endearment.

“More,” I husked out. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, darling star.” He slammed deep inside me, making me shout out his name. The way he moved. The way he fucked.

Otherworldly.

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