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She killed a few guards. Had taken out part of the fucking island—the alleged impenetrable stone. The news swelled pride in my heart. “That’s my girl,” I murmured.
“Nico,” I whispered. He smiled. Steel-grey eyes settled over me. “Hello, princess.”
“There isn’t a hell in the void that could keep me from you, Milla. I’d suffer for a lifetime to have another moment on your lips.”
“Don’t tempt me to find some, Nicolai. I’m not in the right mind to be merciful.” “She’s stunning when she’s homicidal, isn’t she, cousins?”
He was danger and darkness and deliverance, and he was every desire of my soul embodied. Nico caught me staring and passed a hand through his dusty hair, smoothing it out. “I need a haircut, I know.” “That’s not what I was thinking,” I replied. “Then what?” I winked at him, glancing at Luther standing too close behind us. “I can’t tell you just yet.” “Hells, here the fuck we go with these two,” Luther muttered.
Gideon and Adler came up behind us with Luther between them, eyes wide at the hole in the ground. “Seven hells,” Gideon whispered. “Remind me not to piss you off, Milla.”
“Come lay with me, husband.” His smile stretched enough to flash dimples in both cheeks. “Why must you say it like that?” “Because everyone keeps calling me your wife like I don’t have a name or a purpose beyond the title.” His hands slid into my outreached palms, connecting with cold metal and warm skin. “You can be called anything you like, Camilla, but your title will never change what you truly are to me.” “And what is that?” I asked. Bringing both of my hands to his lips, he kissed the spot they overlapped. “Mine.”
Inside that smoky stare, my fire had found a kindred flame. I smiled. “I’m yours, Nico.”
“You can kiss her later, Nico! Open the door!” Esme shouted through the glass. Milla laughed against my lips, about to move away until I kissed her harder, using my free hand to pull the blinds shut and block out my nosy cousin. The sound of a door unlocking broke us both apart—fucking metal locks. Esme’s conniving face appeared in the carriage; a bright grin stretched across her cheeks. “Camilla! Don’t make me bend this car out of shape just to get to you—”
“Milla . . .” His tone was cautionary. “Hmmm?” I hummed the question while my lips were busy kissing the side of his throat. His legs widened, sinking me naturally over the hard ridge of his erection. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t say any of that to get you in this position. Though, I am very pleased how it’s turning out for me.”
“But don’t you dare take care of yourself in there, princess. That’s for me.” “Nico?” Gideon called out from the hall. “I’m coming—I mean . . . Fuck. I’ll be there in a moment!”
“You love Camilla,” she said then, completely off topic. I couldn’t deny it. Didn’t want to. “I do.” “Have you told her?” “Not in those words exactly.” Sabina rolled her eyes. “Men. You have all the courage to bust into a high security prison and rescue your woman, but saints forbid you say a four-letter word.” She scoffed and waved me off. “Get out of my sight before I drag you downstairs and compel you to tell the girl the truth.”
“Fuck, Milla.” “What?” “You’re not wearing anything underneath?” “I never wear underwear with a silk dress. You’d see the lines.” He paused his perusal. “Do you mean that every time we’ve been together, and you’ve worn that, you weren’t wearing anything?” “Nope.” “The night we met?” “Not a thing.” “Seven hells,” he groaned.
My back arched, giving him a better angle, trying to roll my waist to the rhythm of his hand. His opposite hand clamped down around my hip bone, stilling me. “I don’t need your help, Milla. You’ll stay fucking still until I’m done with you, alright?”
“Yes, please.” He groaned in approval. “So polite. I’ll fuck those manners out of you.”
“It sounds like you’re planning to keep me forever, Attano.” His hands slipped from my waist, drifting lower. “I’ve got lots of plans for you. They all end in forever.”
Nico covered a groan with a cough. “I don’t give a damn if he’s in a rush. Give him a drink and tell him to—fucking saints . . .” “You want me to tell him to . . . fuck the saints?”
“I’ll tell you every day, until our last sunrise. And even then, when we cross the veil, I’ll whisper it through the void until my voice fills Oblivion. I love you, Camilla.”
“She’s relieved we made it past the guards,” he translated her thoughts. I scoffed. “Likewise. Anything else?” He paused. “She thinks you look very handsome tonight. She likes your mask and—” Finn stiffened beside me. “And?” I asked. “I . . . don’t think I can say it out loud.” “Shitting saints, don’t you fucking dare.” Luther groaned, shaking his head as if he could guess. “That’s not very professional of you, Finn,” I teased. “I hired you for a job, and you’re not being completely transparent.” He cleared his throat. “Fine. She imagined you wearing your mask while you were on top of her in
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