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As if to drive that claim home, his hips snap viciously as he pummels into me. He's like a man possessed. Incessant at the thought of me being anyone else's. At the thought of anyone taking me away from him.

I topple over the edge of foolish insanity because I believe him.

"Make me yours in every way," I plead, my voice cracking as my walls crumble. I know I’ll never be able to fully rebuild them again against Massimo—I won’t be able to fully hide behind them with him.

And I don't want to.

I may be foolish, gullible, or stupid, but something is nudging me to believe what I'm feeling and witnessing with Massimo.

"Every way." His words sound like a vow, an ominous promise. "And I'll slaughter anyone I have to. I'll rip them to shreds. I have already." He stares down at me, his gaze piercing straight into my soul, like a dark god, claiming every broken, jagged part of me. "I killed a man before I came home to you."

I spiral further into depraved darkness. Pleasure blooms within me, and I arch my back, digging my heels and nails into Massimo's back.

He bites the tender flesh of my exposed throat, then the swell of my breast. Biting hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin, keeping his promise of not making me bleed except on his cock.

"Because that man played a part in trying to take you from me. They'll never succeed." His thrusts are brutal, ruthless. His face isn't just filled with darkness, there's a crazed look on it. "They can send an army. I'll gut them all."

My vision flickers with images of Massimo doing whatever it takes to protect me. Darkness blurs the edges with bright spots of light—a perfect contradiction, just like him and me.

His dark vow shouldn't be affecting me the way it is, but I can't stop.

As his punishing thrusts conquer and lay claim over me, sweat coats my skin and heat pours into my blood, infusing every part of my body. A swell of malicious hate for my father rises, towering within me, and it scares me what will happen when that tower breaks. Yet pleasure is rising deep within me, and I know the orgasm Massimo is about to give me very soon will alter the course of my life.

His punishing pace and thrusts don't relent.

His all-seeing eyes don't look away.

His hands tighten as he cradles my head.

"Let go, Nova. Let go of it all. You've lived in those fires of hell for too long. Walk through the flames and emerge forged as my queen."

The sound of all the air in the world being sucked away, then the roar of a backdraft—a sudden, powerful explosion—shatters my world.

I feel everything, and yet nothing at the same time. It's like all my broken, jagged pieces have been blown apart, allowing me to fly free and unrestrained.

Then I feel massive, powerful hands pulling me close, pulling all those splintered pieces back together and meddling them into something new. Something stronger.

"Massimo," I cry, blindly clutching him.

"Nova." His voice is dark and thick. "Princess."

I open my eyes, feeling tears on my cheek, and focus on Massimo over me. My walls are still contracting and spasming around his thick shaft, and I feel him thicken within me.

"My queen." One more savage thrust, and I feel the heat of him coat my walls.

"All fucking mine."

Chapter 40

Massimo

I'malmostthirty-threeyearsold, and have never had a woman come like it was an earth-tilting-off-its-axis and life-transforming experience.

When Nova came, she squeezed around my cock so hard it stole my breath and paralyzed my body. She shook and arched like she was being ripped apart inside, and if it wasn't for her utterly euphoric expression, I would've panicked. Tears coat her cheeks, but her eyes are bright and strong.

So fucking strong.

And her eyes are wide open. Her walls are gone. I seeher.

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