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A moment of delirium clouds my mind, and I feel like I’m going to black out from the power of the pleasure pulsing through me.

But then his cock hardens against my walls, and he comes. His release of hot virile cum floods my passage, causing I come again, too.

My body tingles like a thousand bees are humming beneath my skin. The feeling subsides when his pumps slow and he stops.

He pulls out and lowers his forehead to press against mine.

We stay like that a few moments, staring deep into each other’s eyes, our bodies dripping with sweat.

Until he kisses me again and a different type of hunger invades us. One where we can’t get enough of each other.

I know it, and he knows it, too.

No words are spoken between us.

Not one. We both allow our bodies to do the talking.

And soon, my husband is inside me again.

ChapterTwenty

Virgo

Wedding present for you, boss. Aiden Romanov just picked up Flavio in L.A. for stealing from his wife. I contacted Aiden and told him what Flavio did to Olivia. He wants to know what you want to do with him.

I smile at the text message that’s just come through from Billy and lean against the kitchen wall, contemplating the best recourse.

Aiden Romanov is a longtime associate of mine and one of our allies in the Bratva. He’s the Pakhan of the Voirik Brotherhood and into the club scene like me.

Funnily enough, his wife is also called Olivia.

Even though Flavio stole from Aiden’s wife, it is customary among us to check in with the first person your prisoner wronged to see if he wants to dole out the mode of punishment.

But as Aiden is as ruthless and fucked up as me, I can think of no better way to punish Flavio than allowing Aiden to deal with him.

I text back:

Tell Aiden to do whatever he sees fit, but make sure Flavio knows Alice sends her love.

I hate using that name—Alice—but I do on this occasion because that’s the name Flavio will know Olivia by. And the motherfucker will surely get what’s coming to him because I practically signed his fucking death certificate.

I want to fly out to L.A. and kill his ass myself for what he did to Olivia, but death is too good for some people. Sometimes, it’s better to punish with torture.

That’s exactly what Aiden will do to him until he begs for death.

Noted, boss.

I set my phone on the countertop.

At least I have a small win. It’s a drop in the ocean in comparison to what I have ahead of me. And also another reason I’m not hopping on my jet to kill Flavio.

There are more important things to focus on here.

Like my wife.

My wife.

My wife, who I devoured all night with such a fierce intensity my fucking dick is raw. Not to mention that my back is fucked, too, from having her heels embedded in my skin.

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