Page 77 of Merciless Sinner

“Good girl.”

I grab her thighs and bury myself deep inside her again, molding her soft body around the granite hardness of mine.Owning her.

Owning her the way I did before.

Every thrust into her makes me hungry for more and more and more, as if I’ve been injected with insanity.

I fuck her into the table, relentlessly, never holding back. And neither does she.

She moves into me, too, showing me she wants me, and eventually, I pick her up so she can wrap her legs around me. Then I move us over to the wall so I can fuck her against it.

“YA budu vsegda tebya khotet,” I mutter in Russian into her ear.

“Tell me what you said,” she moans, her voice overflowing with sexual hunger as she tightens her grip around my neck.

“I will always want you.”

She stares back at me while I move inside her, and we move toward each other at the same time for a kiss.

I feel her again. The real her.

The real her who wants me just as badly as this version of her that doesn’t remember me.

It turns out that never mattered.

It didn’t matter to me either.

I take her back to bed.

* * *

The soft buzz of my phone pulls me from a deep sleep. I open my eyes and see it's morning, bright morning. I can’t even remember falling asleep.

I reach for the phone on the nightstand. When I see it's Dante, I realize it must be important.

It's just past nine. He wouldn't normally call me at this hour on a Sunday morning, and I don't think he would call me the day after my wedding if he didn't have news.

I pull on my pants, glance at Olivia, who's still asleep, then make my way outside the room onto the landing to take the call.

I answer when I'm a few paces away from the room.

"Hey, Dante."

"Sorry to disturb you today of all days," he begins, "but I have news I thought you'd like to hear."

"What's happened?"

"Your facial recognition system pulled up a meeting between Evan St. John and Artemis Bane. The meeting occurred the day before the O’Ridian’s disappearance. The recording was of them in an underground boxing facility in Boston."

My interest piques through the roof. Evan St. John was Callahan O’Ridian’s right-hand man, and Artemis Bain is a known enemy to the O’Ridians. He usually works with black market dealers across Europe.

He had a run-in with Callahan some time ago when they fell out over a business deal.

He's the last person who should be meeting with Evan.

Evan, the same Evan who provided so much information to me when the O’Ridians disappeared. But it makes sense now if he was trying to cover himself.

"Jesus, Dante," I sigh. "This definitely sounds like we got something."

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