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"Look at her... she's a queen.” His words brush the soft shell of my ear in a low, luring rumble. “She’s my queen.”
What he didn’t count on was me being in love with my forced bride. That she is the air that I fucking breathe. That needing her more than I need my own heartbeat has made me even more ruthless, even more capable of raining down fire and brimstone and all that hell can bring, more so than usual.
I know she is listening to the thud of my heart as it bashes against my ribs, and I pray she knows that it beats for her.
She relaxes against me, and I press a kiss into her hair. “I love you,” I whisper.
“Nothing feels as good as this,” he moans, his breath ragged and hoarse. “And nothing in this world tastes as good as my queen.”
“I love you,” he mutters desperately. “I goddamn love you so much.”
But Massimo is not convinced. “That pain in your gut, that knot in your chest, that’s called longing, and longing is a byproduct of love. You’re drinking that scotch to anesthetize them, but it won’t work.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “You’re delusional.” “No, I’m fucking in love with you and am willing to do anything to keep you by my side.” Her beautiful face softens.
“I would’ve come sooner, my love, but my stubbornness is as impenetrable as yours. But I’m here now, and this is me getting on my knees and begging you to return.” “Is that so?” She folds her arms across her chest. “See, I might actually need to see that.” “You want me to get on my knees and beg you to come back to me?” I ask. “Saving you from vicious killers isn’t enough?” “It’s a good start.”
“I stopped the plane,” I add. “Surely that earns me some brownie points.” The fact that I just used the words brownie points shows me just how much this woman has changed me.
Hell has officially frozen over. Domenico De Kysa, the Heartless King from the North, is on his knees.
As he takes the kiss deeper, whatever resistance I feel gives way, and I know exactly which one I’ll choose. I choose him. I will always choose him.
When I lower his zipper, he growls and hoists me in his powerful arms. And as he fucks me against the wall of the art gallery next to the artwork I created in his penthouse, he obliterates any doubt I have about who I am and who I’m supposed to be with.
“You’re my fucking world, Bella De Kysa.” “As you are mine, Don De Kysa.”
“I love you, Nico De Kysa. And not even death will change that.”
We stop at the edge of the path, and he hugs me. “My brother knew what he was doing when he picked you for a bride.”
“Goodbye, my king,” I whisper. Sliding into the back seat, I close the door and let out the breath I was holding. Beside me, my husband leans over and kisses me. “Hello, my queen.”
The only thing that I want from my old life is my wife. But other than that, I want out. I don’t want to be Domenico anymore. I want to be Bella’s Nico.
“The first chance I get, Massimo, I’m escaping. I don’t know how it will happen, but I will recognize the opportunity when it arrives.”
“Then you’d better tell me what the fuck is happening right the fuck now.” His expression tightens, his eyes serious. “Nico wants to die so he can give you the life you deserve. He wants out, Bella.”
Massimo’s ability to come up with this plan so effortlessly on the spot tells me he’ll make a great don.
Can’t wait for his book😍
I lean down and kiss my husband. “I love you, villain.” “You’d fucking better,” he growls.
Beside us, Massimo shakes his head wearily. “Now that your girl has agreed to run away with you, can you please get some fucking rest?”
My hand slides to my belly. But I do, baby. I want you more than what I know what to do with. I feel the heat of Nico’s gaze along my skin, and when I look up, I see him looking at me.
“What gave it away?” “The shine in your eyes. The glow on your skin. The way your hand moves to your belly.”
“So you’re definitely pregnant?” “Yes.” His lips twitch. “Is it mine?” I shrug. “I mean, I suppose.” He smiles, but then his eyes darken, and a possessiveness gleams in them. “Tell me I’m going to be a father.” His words make my heart swell. “You’re going to be a father.”
Love their playfulness 😍
“Hello, baby. I’m your papa, and I’m going to make it my purpose in life to make you as happy as your beautiful mama makes me.” And kneeling in front of me, he places a kiss on my belly.
My queen. She’s dressed in a white summer dress, the floaty, thin fabric wrapping around her big belly and fluttering about her legs. Our second son is due any day now, and I have to kick myself to make sure this life is not a dream.
Here we are safe at last, and my bambinos will grow up without knowing the taste of blood and hate, and Mafia rivalry.
My name is Nico. And it’s a fucking pleasure to meet you.
Sooooo good🥹😍
