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But I was his, every piece of my heart, soul, and body. I was all his.
had been a rough start, an unexpected start, but somehow it had all worked out.
My father was the only person that firmly believed she was alive, and that she was innocent.
“Smells like my wife,” he rasped. “I’m keeping these. I’ll wrap them around my dick later and jerk off thinking about you.”
Fuck, she tasted so damn good. Like my woman!
My wife’s cheeks flushed, her hair attractively messy. She looked like a pleasured woman. My woman.
“Taste yourself on my lips, wife,” I told her, my lips inches from hers. “Because that’s where you’ll be until this is over. Now, go greet our guests.”
I’d fuck the hate right out of her, I grinned to myself. It wasn’t a brilliant plan, but it was all I had.
“So when I kill you and I’m put away, I have a guardian appointed for my son.” I smiled sweetly at my husband and a startling realization hit me. I freaking enjoyed this. I enjoyed bickering with Luciano. “Well, could you refrain from killing me?”
She gave me a grateful, soft smile. If she only knew how much power she had over me. She could smile like that and stab me in the heart. And I’d probably let her.
Self-hatred filled me remembering that day when I pressed the gun to her head. The snowflake on her long eyelashes, love and fear mixing in those eyes. I loved my wife, even back then.
“Bend over and brace yourself,” he demanded hoarsely.
Sola Gratia.
Looking at him was like looking at my own dark prince.
I am his prey. Willing prey,
“You are mine, wife,” he gritted as he pulled out and thrust back in. “Every breath you take,” he growled as he pushed back in, “…is mine. And I’m yours.”
“Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to break.” Thrust. “Mine to save.”
“Wife,” he murmured against my lips, both of our breathing labored. “What are you doing to me?”
His head fell back. “That’s it, my love.”
“You are mine, Grace,” he growled into my ear. “You’ve been mine from the moment you took your first breath. And you’ll be mine when you take your last breath.”
“My wife. My life,” he rasped
Three years ago, I told my husband I loved him. He sent me away. Today he gave me those same words. And I would run away.
Fuck, I kept showing my ruthless side to my wife. It wasn’t exactly a way to get her to stay with me.
This woman was my beginning, my middle, and my end. She was my whole life.
