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“It’s the truth.” Another roll of my hips has my length slipping between her ass cheeks, and I groan into the nape of her neck.

“Then say it,” she whimpers with challenge, and I know exactly what it is she needs to hear.

I take her waist, turn her, and shove her on the bed, get on my knees, and settle between her legs. Raven curls flare in a beautiful mess on the silk sheets, and I watch her eyes turn to fire when she looks at my cock in my palm, hard, thick, and head swollen. Just. For. Her.

“Before I say it, you need to know.”

“Know what?”

“The consequences of us.” I let go of my cock, reach for her hips, and pull her closer so her pussy’s only inches away from me. “I’ve been raised to be a reasonable man,” I start, teasing a fingertip around her pussy lips, her breathing quickening. “I’ve been taught to think before I act. To assess and weigh every possible outcome of every single choice I make. To not let my emotions dictate my actions.” Drawing more lazy circles around her sex, she bucks, trying to get me to touch her where she needs me to. “But you have to know, Leandra, that I will never be a reasonable man when it comes to you. I won’t ever think twice to kill for you, to burn this fucking city to the ground for you.” One sleek move, and my thumb’s inside her, causing her to writhe, searching for it when I pull my finger out of her. “When it comes to you, I don’t give a fuck about the repercussions of my actions. I don’t care if I die with the blood of a thousand men on my hands, men I killed for you. Men who merely looked at you in a way that pisses me off.” Lifting slightly, I slap the head of my cock on her clit a few times, causing her to moan before tracing it down her slit, her slick heat making it hard not to penetrate. “Do not expect me to be a fair or rational man when it comes to you because you will be sorely disappointed. I will kill. I will maim. And I will destroy for you…whether you want me to or not.”

“I wish I could say I find your words disturbing,” she says, her back arching off the mattress when I nudge at her entrance. “But I can’t. If anything, it only makes me want you more, knowing what extremes you’ll go to for me.” She lifts herself on her elbows, dark hair framing her flustered cheeks. “It gives me this twisted sense of power, and I love it. Now, say it,” she demands, and there’s a sudden shift between us, her gaze feral and hunger intense.

Leaning down close, I look into her burning irises. “I’m in love with you, Leandra Del Rossa. And you are my wife in every fucking way.”

ChapterEleven

LEANDRA

Ididn’t think I’d ever hear him say those words. And now that he has, my heart is full and my soul complete. It’s surreal, this life-changing moment of confessions that we’d never be able to turn around from. Everything’s changed, and there’s no going back now. I thought hearing him say he feels the same way would have me weak at the knees while my heart melts in my chest. But instead, I’m filled with vigor, confidence, thrilled by this new sense of…ownership. Not only do I belong to him, but he belongs to me, too. Alexius Del Rossa is mine as much as I am his.

As if he senses my newfound confidence, he eases back, dark brows curved with challenge. “Get on all fours,” he orders, and my spine tingles with excitement while I eagerly obey. He’s biting his bottom lip when he reaches out and fists my hair, easing me down while he has his other hand around the base of his cock—firm and inviting—guiding it to my mouth. “Now, suck my dick while you imagine my hands covered in every last drop of blood I’ve yet to spill for you. My beautiful. Fucking. Wife.”

I part my lips and take his cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I run my tongue along his shaft, feeling the veins pulse. His scent is a fusion of sex, his spicy cologne, and a hint of leather. It’s enough to heighten my senses and make my body burn.

I moan around him, my desire climbing as I taste the lust on his cock and feel his girth grow even harder against my tongue.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he controls the depth I take him in by forcing my head back and forth, hissing every time the tip of his cock reaches the back of my throat. He starts to fuck my face, his hips moving fast, rushing toward his release and tilting my head back so he can go even deeper.

With a guttural groan, he pulls out of my mouth, squeezing his throbbing length and cursing before yanking my head up by my hair. “As much as I love coming down your throat, I need your pussy tonight. I need to come inside you.” His eyes are dark pools of blue, lust burning through the hues. But before he can pin me beneath him, I press my hands to his chest and push him back against the headboard before straddling him, my thighs pinned around his waist.

An amused grin spreads across his handsome face. “Do you want to ride me, stray?”

“Only if you promise not to move.”

His eyes narrow as he sees the challenge in mine, and he lifts his hands in mocking surrender.

“Do your worst, Mrs. Del Rossa.”

Fuck. That devilish smirk and dangerous sex appeal could make every woman want to drop her panties and bend over. It still feels surreal that a man like him can find pleasure with a woman like me. Alexius is perfection personified, his eyes liquid lust, and those lips are as sinful as his body is flawless.

I shift and turn on top of him, feeling his warm breath along my naked back. His hand grazes up and down my spine, easing down every vertebra and sending shivers through me as I push his pants farther down his legs.

“I said no moving.”

“It’s a ridiculous request,” he murmurs, and I slide my wet folds along his stiff shaft, earning me a low groan that vibrates from his lips.

“Let me do this. Please,” I beg, and there’s a moment where he hesitates, his fingers lingering against the arch of my back, but then it’s gone, and I feel him relax beneath me.

Lifting myself to my knees, I reach for his cock, guiding him to my entrance before sinking onto him with a moan. He’s so big, so thick, but my body has grown accustomed to him, my walls wrapping around him as if we were made to fit. I hear his subtle groan as a cloud of smoke wafts past, and I gently rock my hips, just enough to make him want more. The sensation is indescribable. Being in control of how deep and how fast, determining where his cock hits and moves inside me, leading the pace as we work toward our release, intensifying everything I feel, hear, taste.

With my hands on his thighs, I lean forward, dragging my palms down over his knees and legs. My nipples brush against his thighs, his length slowly slipping out of me as my legs widen.

“I swear to God, woman. If you let my cock slip out of you, I will take your ass and make it hurt.”

A thrill slithers down my spine, and I ease back, propping myself up with my hands on his muscled thighs. I take him deep, pushing down hard to ensure every inch of him is inside me. The pleasure is intense as I move, riding him with slow and controlled circles of my hips.

He thrusts beneath me, and I stop. “You’re breaking the rules, Alexius.”

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