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Dante’s lips are on my neck and Enzo claims my mouth, all of us needing more. Needing to be closer. Deeper. Just…more.

Sliding my hand over his chest, I cup Enzo’s face and tug his lips from mine as I angle him to face Dante. They lock eyes before Enzo’s flick to mine and I hold his gaze. I don’t know if they’re in a relationship or just enjoy one another’s bodies, but whatever it is, I don’t want them to stop on my account. They need each other as much as they seem to need me.

Seeing that I’m entirely okay with this, Enzo focuses back on Dante as he leans down, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. It’s more aggressive than their kisses with me. Fueled by need and hunger, it sends them into a frenzy as they up their pace. Skin slaps on skin as tenderness falls to the wayside, the three of us fucking like animals as we chase the ultimate high.

Dante comes first, roaring his release as he swells within me. It triggers my own orgasm, and I tremble in their arms as my eyes slam shut. For several long moments, nothing exists except the mind-altering pleasure coursing through me until, sated, I lazily open my eyes. As my gaze connects with Enzo’s, his face scrunches and he grunts before sagging against me. He’s careful to keep most of his weight off me as his lips capture mine in a tender kiss before rolling onto the bed. He drags me with him, wrapping his arm around me as exhaustion threatens to pull me under.

The feeling of the bed dipping has me lifting my head to look at Dante, wondering where he’s going and if he’s okay. “Shh, go to sleep,mia vita.” Leaning in, he kisses my shoulder while Enzo tightens his arm around me. Before I can gather the energy to respond, I’m lost to the world of dreams.

Chapter 10

I tuck my hand behind my head as I watch the sleeping beauty beside me. Her head is resting on the chest of my closest confidant, and even in his sleep, he holds her like she’s his most prized possession.

In a rare moment of peace and solitude, I flick back over today's events, trying to ascertain how I feel about all of them. Fury, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, has my muscles tensing as I recall the way those two gangbangers looked at her. Pure, unfiltered love. Love formywoman. I saw the same look in her eyes, and all I could think about was how she doesn’t look at me that way… and how much Iwantedher to look at me that way.

I want her love. I want her affection. I want every second of her attention and her complete and utter devotion, but I’m not so sure I will get that anymore. I was so sure that, given some time, she would get used to her new life with me. However, I’m beginning to see that that will never happen.

My first thought was just to kill them. After all, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do if I follow my father’s orders? But every time I considered it, I saw her tear-stained face in my mind, the broken look in her eyes as she looked at me with contempt, and well… I couldn’t do it.

As I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest, I know that this woman is my greatest weakness. The fact that I know I won’t kill someone because it would hurt her says it all. The fact that I’m considering disobeying a direct order from my father…

I let out a breath as I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. Lor blew a fuse when she walked out earlier, his anger and hurt on full display as he snarled and cursed, practically wearing a hole in my solid wood floors with his pacing. He allowed his anger to control him, not that I could blame him. I found it surprisingly difficult to contain my own hatred for the situation. It’s not the duplicity that bothers me. I don’t care that she’s been working with them this whole time. If anything, it makes me admire her more. Her bravery and confidence in the face of such overwhelming odds are truly impressive, and the fact that she doesn't just sit back and wait for someone else to deal with a problem is awe-inspiring. Most people would turn their heads and look the other way, but not Sawyer. She sees someone in danger and she actively goes out of her way to help. Despite the walls she’s built around her, her bleeding heart won’t allow her to be as cold and callous as she’d like people to believe. It’s a large part of what draws me to her and why I wasn’t as shocked as she expected when she confessed to being the infamous Reaper. That’s not me at all. I’m not a martyr. Where her heart bleeds freely, mine is encased in stone. I can’t even understand the sentiment to want to help; to risk your own life for someone you don’t know.

Images of the wistful lift of her lips when she laid eyes on Cain and how her body instinctively leaned toward Oliver, like she wanted nothing more than to walk into his arms, assault me.That’swhat pisses me off the most. Her affection for them. Their love for her. The fact that she has this whole other life.

Her words from the other day come to mind.My life is not one I’m willing to give up for you.I naively thought she meant her freedom, her job, and later, possibly her alter ego as the Reaper, but now the meaning behind her words is glaringly obvious. She meant them. She’s not willing to givethemup.

I could lock her up here, hide her away from the world and keep her all to myself. Fuck knows, I was tempted to do that before all this shit came to light. Now the idea is even more appealing. However, as I lie here taking in her peaceful expression, her face smooth of its usual defenses, I know I can’t do that to her. She has somehow managed to lay claim to the broken fragments of my soul and, in doing so, ensured I protect her from any and all threats, including myself. I want her to look at me with the same soft adoration she showed those thugs earlier and locking her up in this house would guarantee that never happens.

“Stop overthinking it,” Lor mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. Lifting my gaze from the angel wrapped in his arms, I find his eyes still closed. “I can hear your brain ticking from over here.”

“You’re the one that threw a hissy fit earlier.”

He lazily lifts one eyelid to glower at me before dropping it closed again. “Maybe you should try it. It’s rather cathartic.”

I scoff. “Please, the sex is why you feel so at ease now.”

“Hmm, that too.”

He peels open his eyelid again, scrutinizing me. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.” Shaking his head, he closes his eye again, missing the scowl I throw his way. “You just found out your wife has two other boyfriends.”

“Don’t you mean three boyfriends?” My jaw is so tightly clenched that I can hardly get the words out.

One side of his lips lifts, and he squeezes Sawyer against him. “Yeah, but I was always going to end up here. I was just giving you time to come around.”

“Well, I haven’t come around, so feel free to fuck off now.”

He smirks before growing serious, once again looking over at me. “You felt it, though, right?” His gaze drops to Sawyer, a rare tenderness in his eyes as he drinks her in.

“It was different.” Sex with Lor is usually all fire and aggression. It’s heated and passionate, quick and rough. All testosterone. Nothing like what just transpired between the three of us.

“It was… transcendent.” The awe in his voice has my gaze again drifting to where Sawyer lies asleep in his arms, unaware of our conversation. She’s completely at peace, as though she trusts us to protect her while she rests. She wiggles against Lor’s hard body, burying herself deeper as she rubs her cheek against his chest, and as I watch her, I can’t help but agree with him.

Slowly, I trail my eyes over his bulging pecs, up the thick column of his neck to his morning stubble. There’s a slight curl at the corner of his lips as he watches her, his bright green eyes never once looking away. “You love her.”

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