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“I’m letting you live so you can care for my nieces. But, don’t mistake that for anything more. They don’t deserve to be orphans; they need you. Just know that I will be coming for you. I will make you pay for what you’ve done. You will die for this, Marco. And so will Romano.”
My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.
Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.
I step back, despite my body not wanting to. I want to bend her over the table and spank her for speaking to me like this. I could fuck this defiance out of her in no time.
“Your kind are no better than mine. I don’t hide who I truly am, while you all cower behind a badge. But you’re different, aren’t you, detective? Under this tight uniform, those tattoos, and that defiance against your controlling father. I can smell your desire from here. You want to fuck.”
“I want to fuck.”
Her fingers pull my tie to tug me back towards her. Our noses nearly touch as she bites down on her lower lip with hooded eyes.
“Anyone on this planet, other than you.”
“I’m probably not your usual type. Let me guess, quiet and submissive. ‘Yes sir, no sir. Oh, Frankie, please’.”
“You’re crazy,”
She needs to be claimed and controlled to truly be set free.
“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”
“I just saved your goddamn life. Why are you so angry?”
“I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve become quite accustomed to it. I can’t have you dying on me.”
“Come on, I’m not that bad. Being cuffed can be fun.” I
“I’m not supposed to shoot to kill,”
“It’s your life against theirs. You always put yourself first. There are no second chances. Remember that next time,” I
“You mean you want to be spanked over your father’s desk for disobeying me? Is that what you need?”
“Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
I know my fiery angel will come back with a vengeance. And I’ll be waiting for her.
“Not happening. I’m not letting you get away again. I’ve had one taste and I need more.
“This time you’ll see it’s me fucking you, you’ll feel it’s me. You will forever remember this, the man who owns your orgasms. The man who owns your soul.”
“Do not roll your eyes at me, brat.”
“I’m not one of your ‘yes girls’.”
“If you were, you’d already be sucking my cock, and I wouldn’t have had a knife pressed against my artery.”
“Submissives and I have a mutual agreement. You and I, however, do not have such luxuries.”
“You could be perfect for me.”
There’s a thin thread of restraint stopping me from saying ‘fuck it’ and both of us letting into our darkest urges. No dominance, no submission, just raw and intense fucking.
“Never, and I mean ever, bow your head to anyone, Zara. Not even me. Not like this. You are a fucking queen, and you make them kneel before you.” His
“There isn’t a single corner you could run to where I wouldn’t scorch the earth to find you. I told you, you belong to me. Understand?”
“I care. More than I’d like to admit to even myself, dolcezza.”
“My property, my protection. End of discussion.”
“So, you’re kidnapping me?”
“The fact you have my cum dripping down you, tells me this isn’t a kidnapping, dolcezza. You can’t steal something that’s already yours.”
She peers up at me, giving me a naughty grin, which will soon be wiped off those plump lips when she learns what I have planned for her. She wants to come, that I can give her until she can’t move. Until she’s so ruined, she can only feel me inside her, claiming every single inch of her.
“La mia ragazza perfetta.” My perfect girl.
“I need you to fuck me more than I need air to breathe. Please, sir,”
I’ve told you I want a woman to stand alongside me. It’s up to you if you become that.”
This woman. I need to marry her and never let her out of my sight again.
“You’re crazy, you know that, right?”
I know I don’t fit in his mold, of most people’s, actually. The ink that spans my body often gets me dirty looks.
I know that feeling all to well
It’s freeing. The pain and the reward. Perfectly imperfect.
ink therapy
For the first time, I think I belong somewhere. I’m accepted for exactly who I want to be. Even with my recklessness, my defiance.
That ink is a reflection of you. If they don’t accept you for who you are, they don’t deserve a single fucking second of your time.”
oh my heart ❤
“Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”
“You will wear my ring. You will be my wife. You’ll see.”
“That’s it baby, ride my mouth. Show me how much you need this.”
“I told you to sit on my face. So why the fuck can I still breathe?”
“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?”
