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When he presses the gentlest kiss to my stomach, I sigh. I’m still angry.Irateis a better word for it, but I’m willing to give him the chance to prove to me he truly does deserve to be my husband.

What really fucks with my mind, though, is the fact he wasn’t lying – there’s no way he’ll let me go. Even if he goes back to being a dick, he won’t let me go. He’ll still make me marry him, will still make me carry his name and someday his child.

I’ll become like every other syndicate wife, nothing more than a trophy in designer clothes.

No. I refuse to accept that. I refuse to believe Brixton or Maddox will allow him to mistreat me in any way, even verbal.

He lifts his face again, staring into my eyes as his hands roam along my back, up my ribs, to cup my breasts.

I want to stop him, to remind him I’m still pissed. But hey…sometimes a good angry fuck is better than make up sex. Especially since I haven’t had nearly enough time with any of them in the past few days.

The past fewyears.

His eyes stay glued to my face as his hands move back down my body, his fingers hooking in the sides of my skimpy sleep shorts to pull them down my legs, baring my pussy to him.

Only once I step out of the shorts do his eyes leave mine to focus on my waxed bare lower lips. There’s only the smallest patch at the top, not quite enough to even call a landing strip.

“I want you to grow the hair back,” he says as he leans forward and inhales deeply.

For the briefest moment, I’m a little insecure – I hadn’t bothered showering when I climbed out of bed.

Apparently, Kato doesn’t give a shit about that.

He urges my legs open wider and runs his tongue through my folds, humming as though he just tasted the most divine dessert.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste.” And then he dives in, sucking and licking my clit, moving further to plunge his tongue into my hole before returning his attention to the swollen bundle of nerves.

My knees feel as though they’ll buckle beneath me, but his hold is firm.

At least until he pulls back, lifts me from my feet, and nearly slams me to the mat below us. He catches me before I hit, cupping a hand under my head and an arm around my back. Then he slides down my body, shoves my knees to my chest and practically devours my cunt with his mouth.

“Holy shit. Kato,” I moan, slapping out for something to grab, finding nothing but the fucking rubber mat below me.

“I want to hear you scream my name when you come all over my tongue,” he says, his breath warm against my core. “Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you forget any other asshole who ever came near this cunt. This is mine,” he says, slapping my pussy and tearing a gasp from my chest. “This pussy, those tits, your tight little ass…allmine.”

Well, his and Brix’s and Madd’s, but I don’t correct him. Pretty sure there’s no way I could form a full, coherent sentence if someone paid me.

“Yours,” I breathe out as I claw at the ground.

Giving up, I reach down and tangle my fingers in his short, black hair, holding him in place while gyrating my hips and riding his mouth.

He hums his approval then slips a finger into my opening, fingering me slowly at first before adding a second and thrusting hard and fast exactly the way I know he will with his cock.

When he bends those fingers and rubs them against my G spot while sucking on my clit, I explode, my core contracting and spasming as I cry out.

And just like he ordered, I cry out his name. “Kato! Holy fuck, I’m coming!”

He doesn’t relent, simply keeps assaulting my clit and finger banging me until I grow sensitive and start to squirm to pull away from his mouth.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he says, his voice deep and guttural.

His hands pull me back then flip me onto my stomach. He jerks my hips up, pulling so my ass is in the air while using his other hand to hold my face against the mat.

Holy shit. My Kato grew a lot more assertive and aggressive during our time apart, and I ain’t mad about it.

The moment I feel the silky, blunt, swollen head of his cock, I smile. I can’t help it. I smile because I know he’ll deliver exactly what he promised – he’ll fuck me until I forget every dick I fucked or sucked during our separation.

Hell, he’ll probably fuck me until I forget my own damn name.