Page 73 of Bonita Brynne

“So demanding and needy. I love it,” he growled and captured my throat between his teeth.

“Just don’t mark me,” I said in an aroused voice.

“Oh I’ll mark you, but not with a hickey.”

“Then how?” I was lifting higher and higher.

“A tattoo to show the world you belong to me. You’re mine, Bonita.”

And my orgasm peaked. I squeezed his dick, putting every bit of energy behind it, and drenched him in my cream.

“Fuck.” He drove in one last time and followed me into a sublime realm of ecstasy.

At last, we could be together without worrying about what people thought of us being stepsiblings and only concern ourselves with the people who mattered most. Sure others would judge us. Some would talk behind our backs. But at the end of the day, the only opinions that mattered were our own.

I was blissfully happy and desperately in love with Joseph Montez, and as long as I breathed, nothing and no one would change my love for him.

27

Tina

I entered the dungeon where Dorian and his brother Coby were chained to the wall. They’d been stripped down and were covered in blood.

My stomach roiled from the stench of death and vomit, but I fought through it. I needed this face-to-face with the man who tried to destroy my family.

Needed closure from my horrible past.

Needed to be the one to end him, so I could rest peacefully when I closed my eyes tonight.

I’d left my three children at the compound to be here when I wanted to comfort and care for them. Usually, no one came before my kids.

Dorian was the exception.

“Mama, are you sure about this?” Raul snaked his hand around my waist.

“Yes, honey. I’m sure.”

As if he smelled me, Dorian stirred awake. “Christina,” he mumbled.

“Yes.” I gritted my teeth and stepped closer.

He smiled weakly, then spit at me.

I gasped and wiped his bloody saliva off my arm.

Raul and Boxer growled. I raised my hand to stop them before they went off half-cocked and sliced his throat. I was okay. It was good to see Dorian’s rage while hanging like a side of beef in the dank dungeon. From what I understood, he had treated his servants the same way. Karma was a bitch. Now he’d get to experience how they had felt.

I wanted him to know the real me. The woman who had fought for her life. I wanted him to see I had survived and thrived with the help of my husband.

“It’s all over for you, Dorian.” I paced in front of him. “No one will save you. Coby might have if he wasn’t also chained to the wall.” I glanced at Dorian’s brother, who appeared unconscious.

“What do you want?” Dorian hissed.

“I want to know who the servant girl is and where you hid Rosa Remotti.” I’d been instructed to ask him about the girls. I doubted he’d tell me anything now after spitting at me. But it was worth a try.

“Moved to a secure location.”

“Don’t play games with me. I’m in no mood. I’m tired and the sight of you makes me sick.” I rubbed my stomach to remind him I was pregnant. Not to mention I was chilled in the creepy room filled with torturing devices and an assortment of knives, Boxer’s preferred weapon, I was told.

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