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161EmiliaI wouldn't call myself a dedicated Christian.Growing up, Sunday service was just the rhythm of life while my father was alive. Later, I had my own children baptized, not out of sudden piety, but because it felt like a box to check in the manual of motherhood.But now, in the sterile silence of the hospital, it felt like I had no one left but Him."Please," I whispered. The word broke apart, swallowed by sobs that stole the air from my lungs.I was crumpled on a pew in the hospital chapel, the air smelling of floor wax and stale incense."Just keep him alive for me," I pleaded, my eyes fixed on the statue of Jesus anchored near theceiling. He looked down with an expression of frozen, wooden empathy.They say the Lord is close to the brokenhearted, but I wondered if a man as sinless as Christ would even bother with the prayers of a killer like me.I didn't deserve His mercy. I knew that. Yet, I was shameless enough to beg for it anyway."I promise I’ll change," I rambled,

163EmiliaWeak. Hopeless. Utterly useless.Those were the three words I’d use to describe myself at the moment.It was the great irony of my life that while the world looked at me and saw a widow carved from stone, I felt like nothing more than shattered glass.They didn't see the woman who had to grip the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white just to keep from collapsing every morning.One month.Thirty days since the world stopped turning and I had never felt more like a ghost.“We’re sorry for your loss,” another man said.I muttered a practiced thank you for what felt like the thousandth time today.He stepped forward, sliding a thick envelope into my palms.I handed it off to Ronan without looking at it. We didn’t need the money.Raffael’s associates were being more than generous with their condolences, offering up millions in tribute, but it felt like paper in my hands.Meaningless.“Go in peace, Don,” the head of the group said. He leaned over the casket, pressing

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me.Now be a good girl… and keep reading.A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes.165EmiliaBy the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left."Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking."Let me get one more out of you," he rasped, stroking his cock right in front of my face. It was thick, fully hard, and precum was already leaking from the tip.The sight of him made me ache. His dark hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and his abs and biceps glistened in the dim light."We have to get up early to—"Raffael didn’t let me finish. He slammed into me so hard and deep my eyes rolled back, a loud g