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“Such a good girl. Take a breath for me.” Cosimo pulled back, and I inhaled deeply. “Now take my cock and scream my name, wife.”

He drove himself deep, and the pain turned to exquisite pleasure. It took my breath away, his name ripped from my lungs. “Cosimo!”

“That’s it. More.” He pounded into me, his movements graceless. Savage. It was a claiming; unmistakable possession by a man I’d once hated, but now couldn’t imagine living without.

Tears fell down my cheeks, and I whimpered and moaned until my voice went hoarse. Cosimo fucked me through it all, driving me close to release and then slowing to keep me going. In perfect control even when he was lost to his lust for me.

“Please!” I cried out. I was mindless, hurting from the edging, desperate to come. “Let me come for you.”

“Is that what you want, piccola diavola?” He pulled me up by my neck, lifting my hands off the tarp. It changed the angle of penetration, his cock slamming against my g-spot. “You want to come all over my cock? Soak me and let me fill you full?”

“Yes,” I pleaded. I would do anything, say anything, to get what I needed.

“Fingers on your clit,” Cosimo ordered. I reached down, circling my swollen clit, working myself as he thrust to the end of what I could take.

Blood, sweat, tears, and love. Some might call it obsession. Stockholm syndrome. Whatever it was, I would fight to keep it until my final breath.

“Now,” Cosimo ground out. “Come for me, Remi.”

The orgasm started as a slow pulse, my pussy tightening on his cock, trying to suck it deep. It spread throughout my body in electric waves, my legs shaking until they gave out, and the only thing keeping me upright was Cosimo’s hand on my throat.

“Fuck!” he shouted his release, slamming deep as I felt his hot come fill me. Falling back, he pulled me with him, tucking me close and kissing my hair, my neck, my lips. “I fucking love you, little devil.”

“I love you, too.”

It was dirty. Dangerous. Perfect.

I was one with the man who had broken me and released the darkness inside that had waited a lifetime to play with his demons.

Chapter Thirty-Three

I turned to find Remi tossing her knife in the air nervously. “You should probably put that away before we go inside.”

“It’s like a security blanket,” she mused, her tongue running along the blade in a long, slow lick.

My hand darted out, curling around her wrist. I licked the other side of the blade, our tongues meeting at the tip, lips pressing together around the steel. Pulling away, I took the knife from Remi’s hand while she was still dazed.

She shook her head, realizing what had happened. “That was a dirty trick.”

“I’ll let you stab me later,” I teased, closing the knife and slipping it back into the pocket of her crimson dress. It was a novelty, the pockets in a dress. Remi insisted it was the only way she’d wear one, and I didn’t give a fuck what she wore. So she found a dress with pockets.

She narrowed her eyes at me and patted her pocket to ensure the knife was within. “I’ll hold you to that, psycho. I’d love to see that fancy suit covered in our blood.”

My cock surged to life. “Fuck. Let’s get this over with.”

She laughed as I took her hand and led her through the front door. Inside, family and friends milled with drinks in hand.

“There they are!” Bianca shouted, subtlety lost on her. She lifted her glass and cheered, and the other guests followed. She nearly spilled the drink on her purple dress, saving it at the last second.

I wished the floor would swallow me whole. There were too many people, too many eyes on me. I’d tried to get out of attending my own wedding reception, but Dante threatened to take my tools and cleaning supplies. I’d have to find some alternate storage locations in the future, so he couldn’t pull that shit again.

“Remi, it’s so good to meet you finally,” Bianca gushed, wrapping her arms around Remi. “You’re fucking badass.”

“Little siren,” Colin warned. Bianca must have picked the purple tie adorning his suit. It was the same shade as her dress. I took Ilaria from him as he wrapped an arm around my sister. “Remember what we talked about.”

“I’m being nice,” she pouted. “You said I couldn’t embarrass anybody. But Remi knows she’s a badass. Right?”

Her brows raised as she looked at my wife for her agreement. Remi’s lips tipped up. “Yeah.”

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