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My father had hated seeing his wife become a shadow of her former self, forgetting who she was, who her husband and children were. We’d never once been allowed to visit her and she’d died alone in a sterile, impersonal place without her family and only medical staff to witness her passing.

I lifted my chin. “You’re a monster.”

“I am,” he agreed with a dangerous glint in his eye. “You can’t be soft if you want to survive, not in this world. It’s my duty to teach you to harden up. Believe me, being trapped in the dark under these stairs will be nothing short of a walk in the park compared to what our enemies would do to you if they found out they can exploit your weakness and use it against you.”

“Papà, he’s only eleven,” Nico protested, suddenly anxious now.

Our dad swung around to Nico. “You going soft, too, boy? Would you care to join him?”

My older brother’s face flushed and he looked away. “No.”

“Good. I don’t want to see you show anymore weakness. Ever.”

“I won’t,” Nico said quietly, his face resigned.

My dad smirked even as he shoved me into the storage room and shut the door behind me. Nothing but dank darkness greeted me as a lock scraped into place and my father and brother’s footsteps faded away.

I sat on the cold, hard floor, then drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. Squeezing my eyes shut, I swayed back and forth, back and forth. I hated my dad! But he was right. I would never go through anything like this again, and that meant never being weak again.

I’d show him just how strong I was…even if it killed me.

I woke with a sharp inhalation, my heart thudding like a drum in my ears and my body damp with sweat. Sabrina slept soundly, her face seemingly more angelic than ever. Little wonder after having a nightmare featuring my demonic father.

I itched to trace her full lips, her curved brow and the delicate length of her nose before moving down her throat and along each rounded breast, then down farther into her gorgeous folds…

My cock stirred. Normally after a nightmare I’d be unable to go back to sleep and I’d get up and go workout in our private gym. But now there was a far more fulfilling way to work off my stress other than lifting weights and taking it out on a boxing bag.

Ignoring my earlier urge to trace Sabrina’s every body part, I took a shortcut, sliding my hand beneath her silken PJ bottoms and running my fingertips along the seam of her pussy lips, where I then massaged her sensitive little clit, rotating it round and round.

She groaned and spread her legs. So damn responsive. Her clit plumped, her arousal scenting the air, and I slid a finger inside her even as she moved restlessly while I thrust my digit deeper.

I was drawing off her PJ bottom with my free hand so that she was bare from the waist down, when she woke with a start. I smiled as I pushed two fingers inside her and rhythmically finger fucked her, swiping her clit with my thumb until she was gasping and surging against my hand.

My dick was harder than a steel pike as she cried out, coming hard on my fingers, her flushed face and hoarse breathing making me forget she was recently a virgin.

“Ethan,” she said huskily.

Her trusting, satiated expression made my gut churn and my dick jerk with need. I couldn’t want her trust, it was dangerous, reckless. Better that she hated me!

I picked her up and tossed her onto her belly. It was lucky I always slept nude, it came in handy for moments like these. Pushing aside all emotion, I knelt behind her before I clasped her hips and lifted her against me, her wet core aligned to my dick. With a primal grunt, I thrust deep inside her.

She cried out, her whole body tensing as her inner muscles spasmed around my dick. Fuck. My seed was already boiling inside my nuts like rice in a pressure cooker. At this rate I’d explode before I’d even pumped in and out of her tight little pussy.

I growled as I began pounding inside her, the friction incredible. I fit inside her like a damn glove! I closed my eyes and pumped harder and faster, the nightmare that still lingered in the darkest recesses of my mind now slowly fading. Using up excess energy and emotion was the only way I knew how to erase my memories that all too often came back as terrible dreams.

I had to be hurting her but I was too far gone to stop now. I pounded harder, sweat dripping off me and my muscles burning. She jolted and as suddenly convulsed around me with a scream that wasn’t from pain. Holy fuck! She was damn well coming!

Her contractions squeezed my dick like a vise as I rammed deep one last time, staying seated then as my orgasm erupted out of me in a tsunami of pleasure, white heat flashing behind my eyelids as I all but faded out with pleasure.

My breaths heaving in and out of my lungs, I finally slumped over her spine, my dick still jammed deep inside her. I kissed her nape, then murmured into her ear, “Happy wedding day, angel.”

Chapter Eleven

Sabrina

I clutched my bouquet of orchids and red roses like a lifeline as I looked at my brother who sat beside me in the back of the stretch limousine, his face impassive behind his short goatee and his styled silver-blond hair. I cleared my throat. “I know this wedding is…unconventional.”

“Unconventional?” he repeated hoarsely, his eyes that turned toward me almost the mirror of my own. “These people are our enemies, Sabrina. What hell is your husband planning for you after you’re married?”

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