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She ignores me. There’s no stopping her this time as she slides down fully, sheathing me completely. She shuts her eyes, rolling her head back in ecstasy. “God, I’ve missed your huge cock inside me. I’ve missed you.”

I know she doesn’t mean it at this moment, but hearing those words feels like a punch to my chest. I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking harshly and listening to her moan. “It feels good. You feel so damn good already, Daniela.”

“Yeah?”

She starts moving, circling her hips around my cock in slow, deliberate motions. But when I stop her by curling my hand around her neck, she lets out a whimper. Looking into her eyes, I see a familiar expression—one that tells me she needs this as much as I do. “I’ll do anything you ask me to, Remo, except that. I don’t want to say that, please. Not now.”

“I want you to know that if we do this…if you go down this path tonight, you’re never getting out.”

“What?”

I swallow hard, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “If this is just about sex, I will fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop when we’re done. I want to fuck you like an animal, but I won’t if this is your idea of revenge.”

“Just stop talking.” That’s all she says before resuming her pace, slow and steady.

As she slides up and down on my dick, it feels like pure bliss. Everything heightens, slick and intoxicating, and I become dangerously aroused.

Holy shit!

“Look at me,” I command, my voice rough. Daniela meets my gaze, biting her lip. “I want your eyes on me at all times, Daniela.”

I feel her muscles clench around me at my words. “I’m so freaking wet for you.”

“I know.” I grab her hips and pound into her, both of us moaning loudly with each wet impact. “You’ll only ever be wet for me. You hear me?” I slap her ass, and she groans. “Answer me,” I command.

“Yes, I will only ever be wet for you,” she replies breathily.

“You like the way I fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes…please, don’t stop.”

“Tell me, who fucks you?” I demand.

“You do.”

I slap her ass again. “Say my freaking name.”

“Only you fuck me, Remo.”

We’re both breathless, panting, and glistening with sweat as we ride the waves together. It builds, the waves thick in the air, and it feels like we’re on the brink of ignition.

“Fuck, baby, I love your pussy.”

We come together with our mouths joined, allowing me to swallow her shaky moans. Everything about this moment feels so right, but even as we come down to earth and I peel her away from my arms to look into her eyes, I can tell the war is far from over.

Chapter 23

Daniela

I’m scrubbing the kitchen counter for the third time today, but the rhythmic motion doesn’t help. My thoughts keep drifting to him. His piercing eyes, the way they hold secrets I’m not sure I want to uncover. And then the truth—the awful, jagged truth—claws its way back in.

Remo Callegari killed my parents.

I press harder, the sponge squeaking against the surface.

How do you reconcile something like that? You don’t. Not really. You bury it, maybe, under layers of anger, confusion, and something disturbingly close to longing. I can’t stand being around him right now, so I’ve been avoiding him, keeping my focus on painting, cooking for his people, and anything that lets me pretend my life isn’t crumbling. But it’s like trying to outrun a storm. He’s everywhere, a shadow in the corner of my mind, impossible to ignore.

Adeline’s laugh filters through my thoughts, a memory of her teasing me about how I take life too seriously flashing in my mind. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I need to get out of here, even if just for a little while. Being locked up in this house feels like slow suffocation.