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“For good,” she promises.

“Then let’s go home,” I say, my voice lowering as I admire my little angel, thinking of all the filthy things I’m going to do to her.

Her cheeks shade a lovely color of pink, and I cup them before leaning in and getting one more taste of heaven, or as close to heaven as a man like me will ever get.

Chapter Forty-Three

Lily

Darius and I haven’t had a chance to slip away to the bedroom since we got home, and the anticipation is killing me. Finally, evening rolls around. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed,” I tell Iris a little too eagerly.

“I don’t want to go to bed.” Iris pouts.

“If you get ready for bed for your mama, I’ll read you a book,” Darius offers.

“Two books,” Iris counters.

He chuckles. “You gonna be the family lawyer?”

“No!” I say in a panic, and Iris’ eyes go wide with confusion. “I mean, of course you can be whatever you want, sweetie, when you grow up.” As long as the mob isn’t involved. “I’m just not ready for you to grow up so fast,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m going to be a vetty-narian,” she tries to say. “So I can play with cats all the time!”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Darius smiles.

“You’ll make an amazing veterinarian,” I agree. “Now, let’s get ready for bed.”

We go through Iris’ bedtime routine, and I hand her over to Darius for story time. “Night, sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you,” Iris says, hugging me.

“Be naked for me,” Darius whispers in my ear before beginning a story about a dragon.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I use the toilet, take off my makeup, and brush my teeth in world-record speed. Stripping out of my clothes and climbing on top of the covers, I smile, strumming my fingers over my clit.

“Did I give the little whore permission to touch herself?” Darius chides, closing and locking the door behind him.

I drop my hand, but shake my head. “I don’t want to be Diávolos’ whore; right now, I want to be my husband’s queen.”

His eyes soften. “Whatever my queen wants, always.” He strips out of his shirt, and next to come off are his shorts and boxers, giving me the best show in town.

Speaking of shows, that reminds me: “I still owe you a dance,” I tell him as he stalks over to me.

He smiles. “Trust me, I haven’t forgotten. But we have a lifetime for me to collect.” He takes a seat on the bed with his legs extended and pulls me into his lap.

Now straddling him, I cup his cheeks and tell him everything he needs to hear—because it’s all true. “Darius, you are so smart.” He goes to interrupt, but I press my finger to his lips. “Don’t make me spank your ass.”

He chuckles, lapping with his tongue the wet from where I was just playing with myself. A woman on a mission, I’m not going to let myself be distracted. “You are so smart, and kind, and take such good care of me and Iris, and I’m so lucky to call you my husband.” He stills his movement, and I continue, “And you’re wrong: you are a good man. Be as bad as you need to out there, as long as my Darius always comes back to me,” I tell him, placing my other hand over his heart. “And my Diávolos too, because sometimes I need to be his little whore,” I whisper the last part. “I love you. All of you. The good. The bad. And everything in between.”

Emotions swirl in his dark eyes, and I move my lips to his—baring my heart to this man in a single kiss. Tears spring from my eyes—or maybe those are from his eyes—as we kiss slowly, like we’re trying to freeze this beautiful moment in time.

Eventually, I break the kiss and wrap my hand around his length. I raise my hips, and the head of his dick nudges my entrance. My body tenses, not quite sure if he’s going to fit, even though I know he will. I take deep breath, impaling myself on his dick, and we both cry out.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close as I lay my head on his chest. His hard dick is still inside me, but we stay like we are; not moving, just being connected. “Darius,” I finally say, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, wifey?”

“I want you to hogtie me,” I whisper.

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