When She Loves (The Fallen, #4)

by Gabrielle Sands

I shrug. “He deserved it.” Fabi swallows. “How come?” “He came to my club and acted like a baboon. It was an important night, and I thought I’d send a message.” “What message?” Elena demands. Do not fucking touch what’s mine. It’s what I said to Ludovico right before I killed him, although Cleo was far from mine when I saw the bastard trying to force himself on her.

Her eyes narrow. “Making grown men suffer—” “Don’t stop, you’re turning me on.”

I press my nose against the crook of her neck and inhale. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, sounding panicked. “Don’t you ever smell your food before you taste it?”

The moment Cleo takes on my last name, she becomes mine, and disrespect against her is disrespect against me.

You’re lucky you’ve never touched Cleo, because if you had, I would have put you ten feet under as a wedding gift to her.”

“Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. But I think I’ll enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt even more.”

“Because you’re mine. No one gets to speak to my wife that way.”

“How do you know the ideal wife in my head looks any different from you?”

“After I make you come, you will write down their names.” She holds my gaze. “Why?” “So I can kill them all.” Her wetness gushes over my hand. I look down. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” I curl my finger inside her. She gasps. “Shut up.”

I will never be Rafaele’s possession. I will never belong to him. But I think I belong with him.

He steps closer, wraps a hand around himself, and drags the swollen tip over my puffy lips. “I want you to remember this the next time you’re tempted to imagine a life without me. You’re mine. Do you understand? No one else will touch you like this. No one else will come inside of you. No one else will fuck your throat like I’m about to. All those things are my fucking privilege, Cleo. And I will kill anyone who conspires to take that privilege away from me.”

“Cleo, when I look at you, I see the entire universe. It took losing you for me to understand that you are everything to me. There might have been a ‘before’ you, but there is no ‘after’. I can’t function without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can barely fucking breathe. Without you, I exist in a horrible dark place that’s devoid of everything that makes life worth living. Please come back to me. I love you.”