Page 94 of Of Desire And Deception

“That’s it,” I praised, holding her to me, kissing her head. “Come all over my cock, piccola diavola.”

I shifted to roll her, but she resisted, pushing me back down. “I’m not done yet.”

I nodded, “Okay. Want me to take over?”

“No.” Shaking her head, Remi slowly rolled her hips, whimpering as I lifted to impale her on me. She found a place over my heart that wasn’t yet tattooed and carefully positioned my knife. “Stay still for me. I want this to be perfect.”

“Whatever you ask.” I barely breathed as the blade cut into my flesh. Remi bit her lip as she focused, dragging the tip of the knife and forming dainty, slanted letters. She was fucking carving me in italics.

My cock swelled as she moved over me between each burning letter, wiping the blood down my torso, painting me crimson. “Fuck, Remi.”

“There.” She finished the last letter and lifted the knife to her lips, running her tongue along the bloodied blade. “Now you’ll always have me with you.”

I looked down, squinting to decipher the word: Diavola. My little devil.

I yanked the weapon from her hands, tossing it to the floor and grabbing her hips, slamming her down on my cock as I bucked furiously.

“Cosimo!” Remi’s hands slapped down on the fresh wound, sending pain lancing through my chest. She left bloody handprints on her breasts when she cupped them, pinching her nipples as she rode me recklessly.

It took all my restraint not to come instantly. I had to wait for my wife to reach that pinnacle together. No more battles, no more betrayal. Everything forward would be us against the world. Together.

I pressed one of her hands to her name, then guided it between her legs. “Pinch your clit and come with me.”

“Now,” she whimpered. “Come in me now, Cosimo.”

I lost myself as the first pulses of her orgasm made her contract around me, pouring myself deep into her as I held her close. “Fuck, I love you, Remi.”

“I love you, too,” she panted, lips crashing into mine.

We kissed until we were breathless. Then she laid her head on my chest as I gently stroked her back.

“Tell me how you’re going to help me find justice,” Remi demanded tiredly.

It wasn’t the afterglow I’d expected, but I obliged. “That was what I was going to tell you before you left the dungeon. Dante helped me look into your partner. How much do you know about my father?”

“Former mafia Don, murderer, money launderer,” she ticked off, tapping her finger against my chest. “Allegedly, of course. Your family is very careful.”

“He was a fucking monster.” My voice was laden with hatred I couldn’t let go of. “He kept loyalty by force and didn’t give a fuck about who was innocent when he wanted something. He was behind my mother’s death.”

“What?” Remi lifted her head, her mouth open in shock. “There were rumors it was an inside job, but never confirmation. It’s one of the reasons I targeted your family after Trey died.”

I nodded. “Your partner was one of his contacts at the FBI.”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“I have messages we traced back to one of his numbers,” I explained. “When my father was done with him, he lured him to the bakery on the day of the explosion.”

“Your father,” she repeated. “Not you.”

“Not me.”

Her face crumpled with regret. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Hey.” I grasped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “We’re not going back to that. Only forward. You understand?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned, letting a bit of my crazy shine through. “But if you ever try to leave again, I’ll lock you somewhere nobody will think to look until you’re round with my child and can never remember a time I wasn’t yours.”

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