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Chapter

Thirty-Four

Sandro

I dirtied Bianca again.

“Delicious,” I mumbled as I ate chocolate off Bianca’s nipple, giving it an extra swirl and a suck while I moved my finger in and out of her pussy.

Her body arched off the bed and she moaned, “We’re going to make a mess.”

I stopped eating. “Surely you weren’t thinking of covering the bed with cling wrap?”

“Ugh, you know what I mean.”

“Quiet,” I ordered. “Don’t interrupt my dessert.” I grabbed the bottle of sparkling wine and drizzled it down her body while I got more drunk on her.

“Hmm.” I pressed kisses between her breasts and chased the wine to the side of her ribs. As I worshipped her body at a gentler pace, I pieced together how I had reacted throughout the evening. The way I fucked Bianca was cathartic.

I didn’t become the most sought-after contract killer because I was impulsive. I did my research. If a hit didn’t feel right, Iaborted. Despite how I wanted to dispose of Hellman’s body in a landfill, I thought about the consequences. The headache of an unplanned job. But my self-control and logic went out the window when it came to Bianca, and I was prone to strong emotions. But Bianca was like the lightning rod that absorbed the fury that coursed through my body.

And I was finding out my wife loved primal sex.

I licked her navel, which trapped the wine, and I relished the sweetest moan coming out of her yet. I could work with this. The incessant need to kill any man who looked at or touched her wrong could be channeled into something more enjoyable and fulfilling.

Was it healthy? Probably not.

I was a killer. Bianca had always accepted that part of me, but I would lose her once I started killing indiscriminately.

I needed her to be my moral compass, especially when my moral compass got fucked because of her.

I put my mouth on her cunt. Her addictive, delicious cunt that didn’t need chocolate or honey. I avidly tongued her sensitive flesh. Her clit was swollen from all the orgasms I’d given her, and she’d begged me for a break. But I needed to hear her cry one more time.

I surged up her body and slammed back inside her.

“Come for me one more time.”

“Sandro,” she sobbed. “I can’t anymore.”

“I’m fucked in the head because of you,” I growled. “I hate seeing you in agony, but this…” I reached between us and strummed her clit. She threw her head back and dug her nails into my back, drawing blood as she released a fractured cry. “I love seeing you cry between pleasure and pain… I hunger for this.”

“You’re a sadist.”

Despite shoving roughly inside her, I thrusted at a slower pace. “Maybe…” Despite my words, I planted a tender kiss on her lips. “But only when you bring out my primal side.”

Her eyes flared, and a satisfied smile graced her face. “Give it to me, Sandro.”

And I did. I took her to the pinnacle, savoring a bond that had strengthened with a new understanding of our fucked-up union.

No. It wasn’t fucked up.

It was us.

The next morning, I awoke before Bianca. We’d spent an active night together. I informed the men that I was spending the weekend with her. Tommy understood my goals. We’d talked about it. How it was important to form a strong nuclear family like the De Luccis. Unfortunately for me, my remaining Rossi cousins were scum of the earth. None of them were even capos since they kept fucking up.

We needed new blood.

I brushed the hair from Bianca’s face. She was so beautiful. My Sunlight. And in sleep, she was so innocent, but I had long tainted her innocence.