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I made a garbled noise in my throat. He set his mouth over mine, bringing me from my thoughts and into him,us, only.

He pulled out, and instantly, I felt empty. He started to kiss down my body, and when he got to my thighs, he ran his nose over them, breathing in the scent of blood like he was a fiend for it. His tongue flicked against me, and he groaned deep in his chest.

“You know what they say about a man who tastes his woman’s blood? He’ll be addicted to her for the rest of his life, under her spell. You called to me from the moment I found you. I remembered. Your blood was mine. Created for me. Yours feeds mine, and mine is hooked, demanding yours only. Our blood was meant to be one. Like us.”

He reached over and opened a drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out a knife and handed it to me.

“What am I—”

“Right here.” He made a slice across his heart with his finger. “Mark me.”

“Felice…” I wasn’t sure if I could.

“Do it, my little herbivore,” he ordered.

With a quick slash of my hand, I nicked him. Blood welled up and he groaned, entering me. I dropped the knife, trying to catch my breath. But the cold fire had gone, and in its place was nothing but hot blood made of desire.

“Fuck. That’s it. Move with me. Take all of me.” He set his head back, his eyes closing, his mouth parting.

He looked feral.

I wanted him to feast on me for the rest of his life.

He gripped my hips and pushed in even deeper. A sound erupted from my chest that sounded like a mixture between a cry and a loud moan. He couldn’t go any deeper. It sent my pulse into overdrive. It felt so damn good.

Over and over and over, he drove into me with a delicious tempo. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was driving me higher, higher, and higher. He’d taken my pleasure and cornered it, not letting it run away. It was his. It was unlike anything he’d ever done to me before. Because it was deep inside of me, whatever he was controlling.

He seemed to know it. That he’d reached me from inside, making me orgasm this way.

I didn’t know how to push back against it yet. Couldn’t.

I screamed out as I came around him, convulsing. I tightened around him like a fist, and he growled deep in his throat. He started to move faster, harder, until he went off like a gun. It was violent and the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

This dangerous man controlled by my touch.

He gazed down at me until I started to almost squirm underneath him. He kissed me until I was dizzy. Then he pulled out, going for the nightstand again. He pulled out a piece of paper. Something that looked like a certificate.

He took my hand and rubbed it between my legs. He rubbed his hand over the cut I’d made on his chest. It was a small nick, already starting to clot. It was enough, though. He rolled my thumb over the paper, like he was taking my fingerprint. He did the same with his but did it over mine. He stuck the paper in the drawer.

He sat quietly for a second, his back to me.

“You can run from me, Roma Maggio.” His voice was rugged. “But you will never be able to hide. Our blood is bound by an unbreakable vow now.”

I ran my hand over his back, barely touching him, and his entire body trembled. “Ti amo, Felice,” I whispered.

He turned to me, took my mouth with his for a long kiss, then picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He washed our bodies, but no water known to man was thick enough to touch the blood vow.

Chapter35

Felice

Istared down at the table, my finger knocking against it. The black and white picture glared back at me. My wife at her sister’s wedding. Dancing and laughing with Jack. I slid the picture back inside the envelope it was delivered in. It was a wedding gift from Alfonso, but I was sure Emanuele Corvo approved.

Virna came into view, Fredo next to her.

“My wife?” I asked her.

“Still in the room.”

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