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This was more than him saying it. He wanted me to admit it.

My mouth dried up, so all I could do was nod.

“Say it,” he demanded, sliding his cock inside of my quivering pussy once more, as deep as he could go.

I’d come twice already, my lips swollen and throbbing around his shaft.

I swallowed to soothe my parched throat, knowing there was no holding back, telling him what he longed to hear.

“I’m yours, Nikolas Galanis. I’m all yours.”

“That’s fucking right.” He jerked me forward and sealed our mouths together.

The storm brewing since our first kiss had now turned wild and violent. He pulled back, gripped my hips, and began fucking into me as hard and fast as he could, his cock sliding in easily and smoothly, his body searching for release.

“You’re mine, Laya! Mine!”

He grunted and growled, thrusting faster and harder, smashing into my pussy with all his strength.

His mouth fell open as he shouted out in pleasure, coming hard and hot deep inside me. The thickness of his cock andthe wet heat of his release sent me over the edge crashing into another release, and I clamped onto his shaft.

As our bodies gradually relaxed, we panted, his form leaning against mine, his lips sensuously gliding over my own.

“You belong to me, Laya. I will kill anyone who dares touch you, even my brothers.”

Eight

LAYANA

“Niko is incredibly generous,” I remarked, feeling both awe and amusement as we lounged in the stylish black limo.

Avra and Cali flanked me, their faces illuminated by the soft interior glow, while we flipped through a glossy wedding magazine—every page brimmed with vibrant designs and promising ideas.

“So, he has no opinions on the decor at all?” Avra tilted her head as she scanned our favorite designs.

I shrugged, feeling the plush fabric of my seat against me. “Not really. He just said that nothing else matters as long as I’m there.”

Avra raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Sounds too good to be true. Elias had a million opinions on everything.”

I smiled, letting the memory comfort me. “Clearly, they are two different men.”

Cali flipped through pages, entranced, then suddenly pointed at a vibrant pink and turquoise spread.

“What about this color scheme?” she suggested, bubbling with excitement.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “That’s awful—it’s far too loud for my taste. I prefer something a bit more understated, something classic and elegant.”

“When I get married, I want it to be bold and extravagant,” Cali stated.

I raised my brows and nodded. “This definitely suits you more than me. Remember your pink hair phase?”

She flashed a mischievous grin. “How could I forget? It was amazing.”

I can still clearly recall that night: the astonishment on Vik’s face when she took that daring step.

“I thought Vik was going to have a heart attack.” Avra’s laughter mingled with the hum of the limousine.

“He nearly did,” I added.