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And I pull back from the kiss just enough to look at him. My husband. Those dark eyes on mine. That face. "Finally," I say softly. He laughs. Real and full and reaching all the way to his eyes. "Finally," AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS WOULD BE THE LAST CHAPTER OF SOFIA AND DANTE, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THE NEXT CHAPTERS WOULD BE ABOUT NICO AND VIVIAN A LITTLE SPIN OFF FOR BOTH OF THEM SO IT WOULDN'T BE AS LONG AS DANTE AND SOFIA BOOK. I HOPED Y'ALL ENJOYED 'HIS BUTTERFLY" SND I HOPE YOU WOULD LOVE"HIS SWEETEST ADDICTION" EVEN MORE 🤭

I heard my name, "Daisy...hmm...Daisy" I felt a cold shiver ran down my spine as my hand flew to my mouth, my heart raced to an abnormal rate at the realization of the exploitative scene before me. A forbidden sight. Theo was jerking off through p**n with my name. The worst part was that he had not noticed me as his voice grew louder. "Fuck! Daisy…" I need to break a glass bottle on this filthy being'. I huffed in anger as I bounced toward him, the rage in me almost bursting out of my system. My temperature was freaking abnormal.

But my body had its own opinion about his presence in this room and it had been voicing that opinion since the moment I spotted him in that chair, this low, traitorous warmth that started somewhere in my stomach and radiated outward no matter how many times I told it to stop. "Just thirty minutes, baby, I promise." Jaxon pressed a kiss to my cheek and before I could argue or negotiate or come up with a single good reason that he could not dismiss, he was heading for the door. "Thirty minutes and I come back with five packs. I'll even get the dark chocolate ones." The front door closed behind him and the room went quiet. I stood there with my arms loose at my sides, staring at the closed door

It was raining like cats and dogs in the lower part of my body. He got up and came towards me; he pressed his lips on mine and gave me a sweet kiss before I felt his hands over the folds of my pussy. His one finger was slowly running amid the rain that he caused. “You are wet, sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear, I moaned in answer. It was torture, a very painful but sweet one. I was loving the feeling, but I was hating the time-consuming act that he was performed after eating me like his last meal.

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I smile, knowing it’s difficult for her to confess something like this to me. “You are welcome.” I try to keep my tone light. “I hate men.” I frown a little. She turns red, which says this is an uncomfortable conversation that we are going to have now. “After seeing my father’s deed all these years, I grow to loath men. They think they have all the power in this world. They are the king and everyone else is just dust on their feet. I hate that. I hate my father for that. I can’t stand that man at all.” Her face is twisted in hate.

But instead I whispered, shaking, “I hate you.” His jaw clenched, his knuckles white. His lips trembled, but his voice came steady. “Then hate me. But don’t you dare leave me.” I turned my face to the window, choking on my sobs. Because I already had. END OF CHAPTER 88

I rose from where Kevan lay and chased after that person whose back I could only see. What i felt was like a vexing of the soul for what I felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, all I could feel was desire; desire to hate. To kill. I was intoxicated with emotion I had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in my stomach, in my lungs, my mind, in every part of my being, waiting to be unleashed.

My own twisted cravings eclipsed any sense of reason or morality. "Too bad, you worthless piece of shit, you couldn't do a goddamn thing to save your sorry excuse for a family and friends after I spelled out my plans for them to you," I spat, my voice laced with venomous delight. "You'll soon hear the sweet symphony of their screams, echoing through these godforsaken cells. The cries of your brothers, your men... It's over, Santino, and you're gonna watch every fucking second of it."

I hated him. I hated this house. I hated that my body remembered exactly what that growl sounded like up close. And most of all, I hated that a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered what it would feel like to be the one making him lose control like that. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed silently into it. Three months. Three fucking months. This wasn’t going to be survivable. This was going to be torture. And Chase Hartley had just lit the match.