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His lips hit my collarbone where he gives me a suck. “It’s the other way around.” He spears me with two thick fingers. “You deserve so much more than this life.” I almost lose my breath when those fingers circle and press in on my clit. “In time, I’m going to make sure you have everything you want.”

This is like yesterday against the wall but better. He’s given the word edging new meaning with the way he strings me along. He lifts his knees between my legs and spreads them, opening me wider, touching me everywhere. I don’t know how much more I can take when he finally gets down to business.

I gasp and moan, and not at all quietly. He teases my nipple and circles my clit, winding me into knots. When I fall, I don’t feel anything but him. Not a bruise, not a cut, and not one ounce of pain.

My husband holds me tight—all I feel is him.

All I can think about is him.

Whatever syndrome this is, I’m here for it and never want to be cured.

As I float back to earth, he cups me tight between my legs, never breaking our connection. He’s still hard as a rock, his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. I don’t begin to understand why he’s keeping himself from me. If it weren’t for the very hard evidence, I’d wonder if he had a problem.

But from everything I can tell, my husband is as healthy as a horse … a stallion. And a premium one at that.

I settle into his arms, and my words are breathy. “I wish I understood why you’re the way you are. But even more, I wish you’d trust me enough to tell me.”

His arms constrict around me, but he doesn’t answer. We lie here in silence until his poor, ignored cock settles down.

He finally presses his lips to the side of my head. “We need to get ready for dinner or Rocco will be eating alone.”

He shifts me to climb out of bed, and I watch him adjust himself as he strides to the bathroom, shutting himself in. I stare at the ceiling as I listen to the water turn on and wish I were with him.

23

FAKE

Brax

“Iknew I could count on you. No one works with the Marinos until they’ve proved themselves. If they ever get caught and try to flip on us, we can fuck them up with our own proof.”

I want to hurl the dinner I just ate. I stare out at the sunset shutting down another day.

Another day of my life that I’ve given to this fucking case.

I’m so close, I can taste it. I thought finality to the hell my family has been through would be sweet. I thought I’d relish and celebrate it.

Instead, all I taste is bile.

I force myself to steady my tone and lie through my teeth. “Pleased you’re happy, Alamandos.”

Carson’s man, Ozzy Graves, came through in a big way. A fake cop, his fake family, a fake death, and even fake news reports.

What’s not fake is my new level of disgust, and that’s saying a lot. I didn’t think it could rise to a higher level after bartering for Landyn only to keep her as a toy.

The only reason this is possible is because Graves knows how to play on the dark web and has access to his own satellite system. Those links look as legit as the real thing.

I turn when I hear Landyn laugh, a sound I only hear when she’s with Rocco. If I weren’t in a constant watch-my-back situation twenty-four-seven, I’d be jealous I wasn’t the one making her that happy.

Not that I haven’t made her happy in other ways. I’ll take orgasms over humor any day of the week.

Landyn and Rocco are a pair. They’re sitting straight across from one another at the middle of the dining table where I left them to take Alamandos’ call. They’re wearing matching bruises, cuts, and scrapes. Landyn didn’t bother getting ready for dinner and her hair is still wet. She’s constantly late when she does herself up, so tonight was a nice change.

I lower my voice. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about.”

I hear Alamandos shuffling around. His age and failing health bleeds through the line. “What?”

“Nic. I had a meeting last night with the real estate developer. He talked the guards into letting him in without me here. There was a…” I hesitate because I can’t make this about Landyn. Alamandos won’t give a shit. “Scuffle with the staff. The man shows no respect to me, Damian’s legacy, or your decision for me to carry on your son’s work. It was a slap in the fucking face to me and to you, Alamandos. I’m done.”

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