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He stands up and looks us dead in the eyes. “I never made it a secret that I would cross any limit to keep Dahlia safe. If something happens to her…”

He lets the threat dangle. Compared to him, I feel like the shittiest brother possible.

“No one will touch her. I promise,” Luciana says, her tone resolute.

He dips his chin and walks out, but not before saying, “When you’re done, come over. I want to talk.”

“But of course, brother. Any other requests?”

“Lose the sarcasm. I am your Pakhan. I could make you into my Krisha.”

She huffs. “I don’t listen to you, big brother. Forget it because you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

My throat rumbles with a low growl. “The only thing she’ll be is my fucking wife, not your killing machine,”

This will be a work in progress.

Mika rubs at his temples as if this whole situation gives him a headache. He casts me a pitiful look before he leaves me alone with the menace I love more than I thought possible.

“He’s so overbearing. Who does he think he is?” she mumbles.

“Your brother,” I reply, and her deathly glare only makes me chuckle. “But you’re my woman.”

“Am I now?”

“Wanna play this game?” my voice lowers to a seductive, dangerous rasp. “Poking the beast is not a good idea.”

She curls her fingers in my shirt and gets on her tiptoes. Bringing her mouth an inch from mine, my lips dry with this voracious hunger to taste her.

“After the night I’ve had, I want to feel alive. So fuck me within an inch of my life and then bring me back while making love to me.”

I live to please her. Her wishes are my duty to fulfill.

As I back her into the bathroom, I turn on the water in the big oval tub, then I strip her clothes off her. Naked in front of me, I grip her neck, saying, “But first, I’ll baptize you as mine.”

And then I push her head into the water.

With one hand curled around my neck, he keeps me underwater, while with the other, he unzips himself, freeing his hard cock from its confines. My lungs burn having to hold my breath while I salivate at the view in front of me. And when he pulls me up, he thrusts his cock in my mouth, not letting me take a full breath.

I breathe through my nose as he yanks my head back to look up at him.

“In the name of God and the holy trinity, I baptize you as Calla Ferrara. You’ll serve only me, bow only to me, revere only me.”

I think this is blasphemy in itself, but I am so fucking hot, I nod. He slams himself down my throat, past my gag reflex. He holds me there, captive to his strength, choking and taking every inch of his cock.

He just gave me a new name, one I can make my own, to become the woman I want to be. I never got the chance tobecome Julia, and I am no longer Luciana Rossi. But now, I can unite those two and incorporate them into my life as I create a new identity.

I must look like a mess—his mess—with tears rolling down my cheeks, all flushed and slobbering on his cock as he fucks my mouth, using me as his pleasure vessel. But seeing what it does to him only awakens my desire to please him, be all that he wants and more. His body strains, every hard muscle constricting as his jaw tightens.

Throwing his head back, he roars as he pulls out. Gripping the base of his hard cock, he gives it a few hard strokes and comes all over my face, the sticky liquid running down my cheeks and chin.

Scooping his cum with his finger, he paints the sign of the cross on my forehead. “Who are you?”

“I am Calla Ferrara—yours until my last breath and beyond,” I murmur.

I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone before, but I am his—completely, irrevocably, irreversibly. Pride fills me along with love and amazement.

Then he quickly discards his clothes and drags me with him to the shower, where he backs me in the wall and proceeds to fuck me so hard I cry out his name. So full and stretched wide while he plays with my clit. Slapping my palms against the wall, I scratch at the tiles in my desperation to climb as high as possible. It’s passion and madness creating a carnal frenzy.