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A grunt from the pressure they’re causing rolls up my throat and breaches my lips before exiting my wide-open mouth. They pump in and out of me simultaneously, first slow, then faster, harder, and deeper until I feel like I’m going to explode from the inside out.

“Give me your lips, kitten. I can’t have you screaming and letting the whole hospital think we’re killing you in here,” Krishna says, but all I heard was kiss me again while we make you come.

I tighten my grip around his shoulder with my right hand, digging my nails into the material of his T-shirt. With my other hand, I reach behind me, finding the back of Domenico’s neck and wrap my hand around it. I pull with all the weak strength I can muster. My back arches as Krishna kisses my lips and Domenico sucks the skin between my shoulder and neck like he’s trying to pull my blood through my pores and into his mouth.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, the pressure intensifying as they continue to pump in and out of me until I’m crashing between them. A scream rips from my throat, but it’s lost as it slips down Krishna’s.

“I need to fuck.” Domenico’s labored hot breath coats my sensitive skin from where his mouth was. Breaking my kiss with Krishna, I turn to look at him over my shoulder, but his almost pitch-black eyes are on Krishna like he’s the juiciest steak he’s ever seen and starving. “She isn’t in any condition to handle what I have to give, nor do I want a goddamn hospital to be the first place I fuck her.”

A part of my chest deflates knowing he thinks I can’t handle him, but another part of me inflates at the thought of watching them both . . . together. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on over the images I’ve conjured up that I know deep down will never live up to seeing the real thing. I want to see them fused together the same as I want them connected to me, tearing my soul apart and replacing it with theirs.

“Then put her on the bed. She can watch,” Krishna tells him as both their fingers slip out of me.

My head rolls to the side as I try to regain my wits. That’s when a car with blue lights captures my attention. The back door to one of the SUVs opens and out steps a man dressed in a cashmere suit I’d recognize anywhere. He’s always had the most expensive dress attire, jewelry, and undergarments that his dirty money can buy.

“No,” I breathe out in a panic.

“Ciera,” one of them calls out my name, but all I see ishim.

He may not be my worst nightmare, but he holds second place. He’s the one that brought my worst nightmare to life—and he’ll do it again if I don’t get out of here now.

“How long have I been here?” My heart starts to speed up as invisible needles prickle down my spine, one right after the other.

“It’s Sunday. Almost mid-day,” Domenico answers.

Whipping around, dizziness momentarily disorients me, but I ignore the weakness in my knees as I latch onto my husband’s forearms and crane my neck back, fighting through the pain. Now that the pleasure has vanished, all that’s left is aches and what I know is coming.

“Please don’t let him take me.” My breathing starts coming in and out of my mouth rapidly. “I’ll do anything. You can kill me yourself, but please don’t give me to him.”

Tears form and sting my eyes as fear grabs ahold of my heart, slithering its way around the organ, coiling and restricting so tight that it feels like my blood flow stops.

His hands wrap around my arms just below my shoulders, the pads of his fingers digging into the meaty flesh. “No one is taking you from us. Do you hear me? What the fuck is wrong?” Domenico demands, his hands slightly shaking me as if that’ll make me answer him faster.

“Dom, look,” Krishna says.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see him point out the window to what I saw.

“The police commissioner is down there, but is that . . .”

“Liam O’Donovan,” I answer, my eyes wide and unblinking. “I did something terrible, and he’s going to know it was me.”

I’ve been in the hospital far longer than I thought, and my great uncle has had plenty of time to board a plane to the U.S. and be here to retrieve me. I knew it was only a matter of time, but when I stole Liam’s money as well as my father’s, I thought Domenico or Krishna would have killed me by now, and it wouldn’t have mattered. He couldn’t harm a dead girl.

But I’m not dead; not yet, anyway, and that leaves him the opportunity to make me pay for what I have done. And there is no doubt in my mind that he will make me suffer like I’ve never suffered before.

Not like when he let other men rape me.

It’ll be far worse than that.

He’ll draw out the pain and agony and enjoy watching every second of my torment.

CHAPTER 28

DOMENICO

She’s panicking.

I can almost see her heart hammering against her breastplate.

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