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Serena leaned forward, brushing her lips against my ear. “Serena Maria...Demetriou.”

The beast inside roared in triumph. Every other thought was banished. I thrust into her, the sweet tightness wrapping around my dick like she was made for me. Using the rocking of the waves, I began to fuck her hard against the boat.

Her name—her true name—echoed through my mind with each thrust. Demetriou. My wife. My real wife. Not a plot, not a scheme, but truth.

“Say it again,” I commanded, pinning her against the boat, the water lapping at our joined bodies.

“Serena Maria Demetriou,” she gasped, clinging to me as I drove into her. “I’m yours, Markos.”

The confession sent fire through my veins. I claimed her mouth again, swallowing her moans as she tightened around me. The water buoyed us, making each thrust deeper, more intense. Her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving crescent marks I’d wear proudly.

“Mine,” I growled against her throat.

Her head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her neck. I marked her there, where everyone would see. Her body tensed around me. A sweet agony.

“I want this life, Markos. The wildness, the storm. All of it.”

Driving into her, I claimed her promise. She would stay with me, the monster who’d stolen her. I was never letting her go. I captured her mouth again, swallowing her cries as I felt her begin to clench me tight. The pleasure was building, threatening to consume us both. Her legs squeezed my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

“Let go for me,” I commanded against her lips. “Let me feel you come.”

“Yes! Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

Moving away from her siren’s kiss, I watched her. I needed to see this.

This divine moment.

Her eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. That connection, that moment of pure vulnerability between us, pushed me to the edge. When she shattered, her body pulsing around me, I followed with a roar of possession.

Mine—all mine.

Chapter 35 – Serena

Once Markos pulled us back onto the ship, we settled on the net, curled into one another. He held me close as the waves rocked the boat side to side. Whatever happened between us, caught in the swell of the ocean, unleashed feelings that I dared not give name to.

They didn’t disappear as the sun began to dry us. We basked in the moment, content in the feel of each other.

“I always thought I wanted to escape the mob, who knew I just needed to find a new one,” I murmured, letting free my secrets.

Markos brushed the hair from my face. “What was that, prinkípissa?”

I sighed. Might as well get this over with. “Baldwin isn’t your enemy, pirate.”

At the name, Markos stiffened. His breathing changed to a hard rasp.

I moved into him, placed my hand on his chest. “You promised me that my family was off limits. That includes Baldwin.”

“Say his name again—”

I cut off his warning with my finger against his lip. “He’s my brother, Markos. One oftwoolder brothers.”

The shock on his face was priceless.

Markos’s eyes hardened to steel. His hand, which had been caressing my shoulder, froze mid-stroke. “Your brother,” he repeated, voice flat with disbelief and breath hot on my finger.

“Yes. Baldwin is one of my brothers.”

He pushed himself up, creating space between us. The warmth that had enveloped us moments ago evaporated like mist under a harsh sun.