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I wanted to rage, burn this place and hunt those men. Yet, I couldn’t do any of it, too scared to lose the only good, innocent person in life.

Her cold hand came up to my face and I focused on her, pushing the raging fog out of my brain. For her. For my sister.

“Make Benito pay,” she rasped before passing out.

Those were her last words. She was still alive and barely breathing when I brought her home, the doctors waiting for us. But there was no saving her. She had no will to live.

I couldn’t fail her; break my promise. She deserved that much from me. I failed in protecting her, but I wouldn’t fail her in punishing those that hurt her. I was able to hunt and kill all those men, except Benito. He was the last chess piece left.

I pulled up the contact and then attached the picture and typed below it.

Your daughter for my sister.

I clicked send and the whoosh sound filled the silence.

The fall of Benito King. Checkmate.

ChapterThirty-One

NICO

With two coffee mugs in hand, I headed back into the bedroom where I left Bianca sleeping. This blazing intensity between us was sure to burn this house down. I wanted to hear my name chanted on her lips over and over again, to know I was the only man she thought of, desired and… loved?

Did I have a right to demand her love? It didn’t fucking matter. I would have it, because fuck if I would be the only one to break here. I would break her and put her back together, bury myself so deep inside her that there would be nobody else she could even want more. Just our children and us.

I walked into our room, careful not to wake her up. Placing both mugs onto the nightstand, I settled on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep. Fuck, I have turned into a schmuck.

Her dark hair spilled over the pillow and a lock of the silky strands covered her cheek. She slept sound and deep. She looked even younger in her sleep, her pale skin and ruby red lips stark against her dark mane. She stirred, then reached across the bed with her one hand and her brow furrowing when she found the spot empty.

I couldn’t help but wonder whether she was reaching for me.

Brushing a lock of her dark hair off her cheek, she stirred again and her hand came to mine, pressing it against her cheek. I couldn’t stop touching her, my lust for her stronger than ever.

“Nico?” Her soft voice called out, her eyes still closed.

“I’m here. Sleep.” She needed the rest. I kept her up into the early morning hours, burying myself inside her. I fucked her hard and fast, her tight muscles gripping me and pulling me under her spell. The way she clenched around my cock, her dark eyes hazed with the same lust that I felt, I would never have enough of her.

Instead, she took my hand and pulled me closer to her. “Aren’t you tired?” she murmured. “Come back to bed.”

My hands burned to touch her soft curves. Gently, I traced my fingertips down her slender neck. I bent to press my lips to her neck, right where her pulse throbbed, then inhaled the feminine scent that was so uniquely her. A little shiver worked through her body, but she didn’t open her eyes. My temptress.

I moved my mouth against her ear, my teeth scraping down the side of her throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again,” I rasped darkly against her skin. I was consumed by this need to be inside her, to feel her pussy clenched around me, feel her ripple around me as she climaxed. I was obsessed with my wife.

A low moan sounded in her throat. God, the noises she made would be the death of me. My hand slid down her body, cupping her naked breast into my palms. She arched her back off the bed, the sight of her slim body one to behold.

Impatient to get her slick for me, I left her breasts and slid my hand down her soft belly, removing the sheets off her body. I’d never tire of the sight of her naked body sprawled across my bed.

“This cunt is mine,” I murmured against her neck, sliding my fingers into her already wet folds. “Your body is mine.” My teeth scraped against her soft skin, marking her so everyone could see that she was off limits. I curled my two thick fingers inside her hot pussy and her head thrashed against the pillow. “I want to see you fall apart for me, Cara Mia,” I purred, rubbing her swollen clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, my palm pressing hard against her pussy.

She shivered, her nipples hardening, her hips rolling against my fingers. I watched her tongue lick at her lips and my cock throbbed, imagining her plump lips wrapped around my dick. I couldn’t resist her gorgeous tits. Lowering my mouth down her body, I pulled one taut nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, teasing the hardened peak with my teeth. Her moans echoed through the room.

“You will orgasm only for me,” I ordered. “Your body will only be mine.”

Her sweet pussy tightened and pulsed, and her skin flushed a crimson red. I watched in fascination as it spread across her pale skin. The chemistry we shared was explosive.

“Nico,” she gasped. “I- I need…” she panted, her fingers gripping the sheets, her legs parting wider for me. Her voice held a note of desire and the bastard in me relished in it. I added a third finger, stretching her tight walls to accommodate my cock when I finally buried myself into her again. I wanted her to fall apart only for me. I wanted her to be delirious with desire for me.

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