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I’m going to mark you up. You’re fucking mine, Kyran—” A pang hits me, a longing so intense that it renders me breathless, and I nearly choke on my own desire to be his in ways that will never, ever happen.
“You’re mine,” I repeat. “Whether you want it or not, Kyran. I’m going to make sure you’re bound to me. You’re not the one who chooses in this relationship.”
Silvano reaches up with his uninjured arm and pats me on the cheek. “Kiss me, Kyran,” he says. It might be the first time it hasn’t sounded like an order. I take a shuddering breath, aware of the blood all over my hands, but fuck it, he’s covered in blood too. So I lean in and kiss him because what the fuck else am I supposed to do? It’s only fair that this baptism of blood, this terrible stage of my life, begin with a kiss to the enemy.
Silvano’s expression softens. “Anybody who can’t figure out how to keep their trap shut in front of the boss, his boyfriend, the bisexual underboss, the gay twink assassin, or my probably-gay bodyguard, is too stupid for my organization anyway.” He motions with his finger. “All the way off. And turn around so I can see all of you.”
