Page 78 of Brutal Mercy

On the way up the stairs, I murmur, “I don’t want a divorce. I was upset and angry and scared.”

“I know. But Luna, you’re mine.” He holds the door open. I sail on through.

But I don’t get far. He pushes me up against the wall, caging me in with his massive form. And he’s like a category-five tornado. Reckless. Dangerous. And I hate it, but it turns me on. I can feel how slick I am between my thighs. I’m fucking dripping for this man. My husband.

He grips my neck with one hand while the other lifts the skirt of my dress. “You are mine. I won’t let you go. But take heart, I might die in this war or the next or because some other crime family decides to take me out. You’ll get all my belongings. All my holdings will be yours.”

“I didn’t marry you for your money.”

“I know. You did it to save your sister. And I’m good with that. But here’s the thing: I want all of you, Luna. I want your sighs and your pleasure. I want your tears and your heartaches. I want every part of you, the good and bad, forever.”

“I didn’t marry you just to save my sister.”

That stops him. And he’s studying me like a hawk. “Then what’s the other reason?”

“Because the moment you caught me, the first moment you touched me, I knew you were the only man for me. And when you offered me the deal, I took it. Because I wanted you in ways I didn’t even fully understand.” I finally reveal what’s been swimming in my heart.

With a growl, he crushes my lips, kissing me violently. His lips move like thunder, shooting lightning through my veins. And I can’t get enough of him. He touches me and sets my world on fire.

And I love the way it burns.

He yanks my dress up to my waist, then hoists me against the wall. And I go willingly, wrapping my legs around his torso. My hands trail down to his pants, helping him free his dick.

He rips my panties off. And then his fat cock is shoving its way inside me. I moan into his mouth, taking him deep. From this angle, he feels so much bigger, harder, and I feel him everywhere. But he doesn’t give me time to adjust. Not that I give a fuck.

I want it to hurt just a little. I need it to. And Hades delivers, stroking inside me with a fury that steals my breath. And his hand moves back to my neck. I don’t understand why the hand necklace gets me so hot. I don’t understand why I enjoy his rough fucking. But god, I do. He fucks me like he’s mad at me.

But I love everything about it. The pain. The pleasure. The possessive gleam in his eyes when he rips his mouth away.

“This isn’t your pussy, is it?” he snarls, grunting as he fucks me so hard, I’m surprised his dick doesn’t punch out through my spine.

“No,” I shake my head.

“That’s because it’s my pussy. Say it,” he demands, his intense eyes watching every move I make.

“It’s your pussy.” I pant at the delicious stretch, at the sensual feel of his brutal hammered thrusts. And the way he holds me, owns me, has everything melting inside. And I’m all in. He’s the man I want, flaws and all.

It doesn’t matter that he’s viewed as a monster in the criminal underworld. Because to me, he’s the man who holds my heart. Who cherishes me. He knows I like being a slutty vixen in bed. And he’s more than happy to play out every depraved fantasy on my sex-starved body.

If we weren’t already married, I’d want to walk him to the altar right now while he rearranges my guts. But it’s amazing. I can feel him. The strength of his emotions isn’t merely in his eyes, but in his body and his touch.

And he treats me like I’m the most important person in the world to him. He lets me lean so I don’t feel the burdens I carry so deeply. And I lean because I know I have the most lethal protector in the world. I know he’d kill for me. He’s already promised to kill Diego Alvarez for his crimes against me and my family. And I can’t hold back the flood of my emotions any longer.

“I love you,” I sob.

His eyes turn molten. “Tell me again.”

“I love you. I’m yours. You have all of me. Everything I am, it’s yours.”

His lips crash down on mine and steal my soul. His kiss demands a response. Taking. Pillaging. Turning me inside out. Until I know I will never get close enough. I want him inside every part of me, every molecule.

In a toss-up between the devil and Prince Charming, I must say hell is wonderful. And I’d chose my devil every time. His is a ferocious beauty. One I know I can never live without.

I whimper when he tears his mouth away. Hungry for more of his kiss, more of everything.

“Ti amo, mia dea della luna scura,” he growls.

“What does that mean?” I gasp, loving the Italian but needing a translation.

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