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I added a third finger, and my thrusts grew even more punishing. I wanted her to fucking shatter at my hand, to break apart into a thousand tiny shards that only I had the power to piece back together. She would be ruined for any other man because there would be no other man. Not after tonight.

“You’re mine,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, slamming into her so roughly her entire body jolted violently. “Don’t. You. Ever. Forget. It.”

Trembling thighs clamped around my wrist a split second before her pussy locked down on my fingers, her climax taking over. Sharp bursts of air flew past flared nostrils as she succumbed to the pleasure I provided, unable to escape it.

She was a fucking work of art when she came. Over time, I would amass a gallery’s worth of mental pictures of her falling apart—the memories belonging to me and me alone.

The SUV rolled to a stop, and I tapped on the partition three times, silently signaling to Tino that we needed a minute, so he didn’t open the door prematurely and ruin my girl’s efforts tospare his life. He knew to wait until I repeated the same cadence before leaving his seat.

With a thumb, I wiped away the mascara mixed with tears streaking down Summer’s cheeks. Prying her hand away from her mouth, I hooked a finger inside to remove her gag and shoved the scrap of lace into my back pocket.

My lips brushed her temple when I spoke. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

With her eyes glazed over, only a weak whimper came in reply.

I should let her rest—I’d put her through her paces enough for one night—but that beast inside me had broken free of its bonds. And it would only be satisfied once Summer and I became one and I marked her inside and out.

The devil was in the driver’s seat now.

Once she was sufficiently covered, I carried Summer’s limp body to the kitchen. Sitting her on the counter, I turned to open the fridge and snagged the bottle of champagne I’d hand-selected from the wine cellar before venturing out for the evening. It was a vintage I’d been saving for a special occasion, and tonight we’d use it when we rang in the new year and toasted to the future—a future I was very much looking forward to that would feature Summer at my side.

Chilled bottle in one hand, I offered the other to the breathtaking beauty perched atop the island. I meant what I said earlier. When she was out of sight, my chest constricted, and my windpipe felt like it was closing up. The minute she came into view, calm settled over my black soul, and everything in the world made sense.

If I were one to believe in such things, I might think she held magical powers. Because there was no other way to explain how she’d walked into my life and instantly bewitched me, bewitched my daughters. And you wouldn’t hear me complaining. I was more than happy to remain under her spell if it meant I got to keep her.

Summer eased onto her feet, wobbling slightly. Without conscious thought, I was back on my knees for her, this time to unbuckle the strappy stilettos making her unsteady. Brushing my thumb over her delicate ankle bones, I lowered her bare soles to the cool tile beneath us one by one.

A near moan sounded from above, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I peeked up. “Better?”

She nodded. “Much. Thank you.”

Rising from the floor, I cupped her cheek. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you the way you deserve,dolcezza.”

Dark lashes fluttered at my words, kissing pinkened cheeks. I shouldn’t be surprised by her timid reaction. At twenty-two, Summer was young, and it was doubtful any man who’d come before me had treated her in a way befitting the goddess she was. If they had, she wouldn’t be here with me now. So even though I wanted to cut off all their hands for touching what was mine, I was grateful they hadn’t been able to see the treasure set right before their eyes.

Brushing a light kiss against her lips, I murmured, “Let’s go upstairs.”

My hand fell from her face so that I could link our fingers together as we climbed the back steps.

We bypassed Summer’s bedroom, and when I opened the door directly beside it before pushing inside, she peeked over her shoulder. I saw the moment understanding dawned in her bright blue eyes.

“Your room is next to mine?”

I hummed in the affirmative, tugging her further into my private space and locking the door behind us.

“Is it so you’re close to the girls?” she asked.

“Yes.” I kept my answer vague, purposely omitting that I felt the need to be close to all three of my girls.

Placing the champagne on the dresser, I pulled Summer against my chest. Her breasts lifted with every ragged inhale, her hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.

She squealed when I spun her around suddenly, hauling her flush with hands spanning her stomach. Then I turned us so we were facing the mirror mounted atop the dresser.

Staring at our reflection, it was striking to see the contrast. We were a total mismatch, but I didn’t care. And clearly, neither did she, as evidenced by how she relaxed into my hold, her head dropping against my shoulder.

Dipping down, I placed my mouth beside her ear. Voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel, I confessed my inner thoughts aloud. “You’re so pure and good that the darkness inside me wants to ruin you.” My grip on her tightened. “My greatest desire is to lock you inside this house forever and turn you into my little whore.”

Eyes sliding shut, Summer hissed, “Yessssss.”