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“Virgo!” I cry out. Then I come. And fuck, I come so hard I scream, letting myself go.

My body bucks and thrashes as I come on his face, in his mouth, and he drinks me up, lapping up my arousal as it pours out of me.

He doesn’t stop until my body stills and the chaos within me fades, but he continues to hold me.

Pulling away, he places a kiss on my parted thighs and moves back to hover over my body with his hands on either side.

He brings his face to mine, breaths away from my lips.

The sinful smile returns as he looks at me, and I know why.

It’s because he can see that I want more, that I want him inside me.

“You will remember me,” he states like a promise. “I’ll make you remember me. Then you’ll give yourself to me.”

I gaze back at him as truth sinks into me, making me realize that I don’t need to remember him to do that.

He just had me. And he still does. So, when he lowers his head to kiss me again, I kiss him back and allow myself to stop being Alice.

And I become Olivia.

ChapterFourteen

Virgo

Ilace my fingers through the silky strands of Olivia’s hair as she slides her hot little mouth over my cock.

I tilt my head back and absorb the pleasure she gives me, then I look down at her on her knees before me. Naked and perfect and mine.

She looks like a goddess with that lustrous mane of hair cascading down her back and her perception on show.

This is night two of us like this.

Night two of us in this bedroom that was always ours.

I have to go to the club in a few minutes, so I’m having my fill now.

Dante should be bringing over some paperwork to help our investigation, so I might be away for most of the night.

The wedding is only a handful of days away now. Everything is on track to run smoothly, but I know I have to watch my back so I can watch hers and keep her safe.

Our eyes lock as her head bobs up and down my length.

“Harder,” I tell her, and like the good girl she is, she obeys.

I tighten my grip on her head, loving her mouth on me, and I think of what she would have done if she’d escaped the other night.

The plan was a mess. She knows it and that she acted on a stupid impulse.

Olivia also knows my warning still rules. She wouldn’t have been able to run from me, but I know not to be so self-assured that I don’t factor in the possibility that she could.

She could run because she still wants to.

Even though a part of her comes alive during these sinful moments, I know if I opened the door, she’d run straight through and never look back.

I don’t know which terrifies me more—knowing she would leave if she could or the fact that she’d leave and never care to look back because in her world, I don’t exist. In her world, I’m a big bad mafia boss and I represent danger. The very thing she’s running from.

The other night, she said she didn’t want to be part of this life, which means she didn’t want to be in my world, or want me.

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