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After he spoke with such madness my eyes widened at his words. M****a! No wonder when I tried to bed a woman, they would just disappear then I will see them the next day already with another man and afraid to met me well except for Avaya, since she was my friend even if she owns a brothel and kind of a prostitute herself. And he clearly has a soft spot for my daughter. This little madman, Locito Mio. I want to fucking devour him. I pressed him under me with the weight of my body, my mouth trailing fire along the column of his throat. The revelation still thundered in my skull. My intensity had always been a consuming thing, a hunger that frightened them. All except Avaya, who knew me as friend rather than predator, who understood the difference between transaction and possession. "Look at you," I murmured against his ear, my voice a low rasp. "So eager to be devoured." His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the amber, his lips parted in that exquisite agony of anticipation. I
"Fuck—you feel too good, Fuoco Mio," he grunted, his hips snapping forward with punishing force. "Your hole grips me so fucking tight, like it doesn't want to let me go. Like it knows it belongs to me."He went faster, harder, and the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, our mingled moans and curses. My ass took the brunt of his powerful thrusts, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. He suddenly pulled me up, bringing my back flush against his chest, and turned my head to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock fucking my ass. I held onto his neck for dear life, meeting the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke."Alejandro.......I'm almost there...Fuck--"He reached around and gripped my cock, pumping me in time with his thrusts, his calloused hand providing delicious friction."That's it, baby," he growled in my ear, biting my lobe. "Come for me. Paint my
I came awake with a jolt, my breath catching as I felt something hot and wet pushing insistently inside my still-swollen hole. A wet tongue, his tongue, speared into me, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes that made my toes curl. I whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily, still caught between sleep and consciousness. When I finally pried my eyes open, shaking off the sleepy haze, I found Alejandro exactly where I wanted him, between my spread legs, his face buried in my ass. His tongue withdrew slightly, then pushed back in deeper, curling to hit that perfect spot that made me see stars. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark and glittering with lust, clearly pleased with himself. "Good morning, Fuoco Mio," he rumbled, the vibrations sending shocks through my sensitive rim. Then he went back to work. He was kissing, licking, and devouring my hole like a starving man. He alternated between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and sharp, pointed thrusts inside me, eating me out with f
I pressed the blade deeper, watching the thin line of blood bloom against Nikolai’s skin, vivid and intoxicating. It trailed down his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself—I leaned in, tongue dragging slowly along the wound, tasting him. Marking him. Claiming him.Heat coiled low in my body, my cock already hard, pressing insistently against him. He could feel it. I knew he could. And the way his breath hitched told me he wanted this just as much as I did.I sat back, letting my hands roam over him, tracing every line I’d drawn, every mark I’d left behind. Mine. The thought pulsed through me, dark and consuming.Without breaking eye contact, I brought the knife to my own chest. The sting was sharp, grounding. A bead of blood surfaced, and I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, devouring kiss—letting him taste me the way I’d tasted him.“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against his mouth, my voice rough, barely controlled. “You’ll feel me for days. You’ll be mine… completel
Blood still stained his shirt. Camila’s blood. Antonio’s blood. The metallic scent clung to him like perfume. I inhaled quietly. Most people would recoil from that smell. To me it felt… familiar. Comforting, even.The doors to the master bedroom opened with a heavy thud as he pushed them with his shoulder. The room beyond was massive—dark wood, tall windows, shadows stretching across the polished floor.Power lived in this room. Authority. Possession. He set me down on the bed, carefully. Too carefully for a man who had just skinned two traitors alive. I leaned back slightly against the mattress, watching him as he straightened.Alejandro Cortes stood at the edge of the bed like a storm barely held together by discipline. Blood streaked across his jaw and throat. His dark eyes burned as they studied me. “Still watching,” he muttered. I smiled faintly. “You’re very entertaining.”His jaw flexed as he stared at me for a long moment. Then he stepped closer. Slowly. The air between us thic
I should have walked away. That would have been the logical decision. Finish the interrogation. Clean the mess. Regain control. Instead, I was still looking at him. Nikolai Vassilliou sat in that chair like he belonged in the middle of chaos. Blood in the air, screams fading into silence, bodies barely breathing—and yet his attention had never wavered. Not from me. Dio mio. The realization settled in my chest like something heavy. Dangerous.“You’re still watching,” I said. He tilted his head slightly, that same faint smile playing on his lips. “Always.” The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it wasn’t a question at all. Behind me, Leandro shifted. Ibram said something to Lucas—low, controlled. Orders. Cleanup. Containment. Normal things. I ignored all of it. Because I couldn’t ignore him.“You got what you wanted,” I said. “The shipment. The truth.” Nikolai leaned back slightly despite the tension in his body, like pain was an inconvenience he refused to acknowledge. “I usual







