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Our moans combined in a euphoric symphony.

He belongs to me.

My muscles clenched tightly around him, showing him my possessive side. I might be bound at his mercy, but this thing between us brought him down to my level.

Markos rocked into me, each thrust more urgent. “Take my cock, Serena. Take all of it.”

I mewled—a purely instinctual response to being dominated.

And he, in turn, groaned.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the cum right out of me,” he groaned, every muscle strained from his release.

That did it—I fell.

Every nerve ending sizzled. A scream, raw and primal, tore from my very soul.

Markos groaned loudly, teeth sinking into my throat. His body was taut and tight, flexing above me. Pleasure ebbed and flowed between us, starting in one body and transferring into the other until it was impossible to tell where my body ended and his began.

Together, tied in a joint display of power and possession. This man was mine in every possible way.

And I’m his.Body and soul.

Chapter 30 – Markos

Stepping into the meeting room at Olympus, I waited for the others to arrive. It was such a beautiful day, and I would have preferred to be outside. But that was unheard of. Our resident tech wizard forbade conducting any business outside of this very room. It was his fortress, one he personally secured against listening devices and even drones couldn’t hear through the windows he boasted.

As if summoned by my thoughts, the giant arrived.

“I have the information you requested,” he rumbled, tapping a finger on the laptop bag.

At six-foot-eight, he looked the part of a warrior. And while he could hold his own in any heavyweight fighting class, his skills lay in the intangible web of darkness and shadows. What he could make happen on a computer felt like sorcery.

“Thank you, my brother,” I said, slapping his upper arm, knowing full well he had an aversion to being touched.

The burly muscles of his large frame shivered. “Don’t touch me.”

With quick, efficient movements, he connected his laptop to the screen on the opposite wall and pulled up pages and pages of information.

“Keep it off the screen until I’m ready in my presentation,” I requested.

Not taking his eyes from his laptop, Anatole nodded. His fingers flew over the keys, imputing commands and clicking on data. I chuckled softly. He was likely multitasking. It was hard to say what else occupied his mind. Espionage, digital hacking, or maybe a game where his character was defeating any opponent stupid enough to challenge him.

Ten more minutes passed, and then the doors shut on the last member of the Twelve. I stood behind my seat, watching them. There was no reason to fear their reaction, but the nervous thrum under my skin was purely because I wasn’t sure if they would believe me.

They have to.

“The floor is yours, Markos,” Atlas intoned.

“Make it good.” Korinna yawned before taking a long sip of her overpriced coffee.

“I have reason to believe it is not the Skorpios family who’s behind the assassinations and attacks,” I began.

The gentle hum of voices filled the air as they bounced from person to person, intermingling and overlapping in a chaotic harmony. Each word and question carried a different tone, some disbelief, others curiosity, but all with an underlying sense of urgency as the members of the Twelve reacted to the startling revelation.

But I looked the kingpin dead in the eye. “Alexios and I had a little chat the other day.”

A muscle in the king’s hard face tightened, and his eyelids fell closed. “Órkhis. What did you do?”

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