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She moaned on my cock, “you like the sound of that?”

Gritting my teeth. “Fuck baby, I’m going to cum down your throat,” loosening my grip, “Tap my leg now if you want me to stop.”

I slowed, giving her a chance, only for her to suck down on me. She wanted it. Dropping my shoulders back, finishing down the back of her throat. My heart pounding faster than it ever has. Her hand wrapped around my dick, draining me, as she sucks the cum still leaking.

“My perfect wife.” I held her cheek, struggling to get my breathing back to normal.

Would she let me taste her? Her eyes were heavy as she looked up at me. I glanced at the time. It was three in the morning.

Leaning down, I wrapped my arm around her. Holding her to me, as I sat down on the bed.

“My love, are you tired? Tell me what you need.” Sitting on my lap, she curled into me, tucking her head under my chin.

I gently pulled her hair from the side of her face, slowly running my hand up and down her leg while holding her.

Within minutes, she was asleep.

I nearly lost this. I nearly lost her. Repeatedly. I kissed the top of her head.

For the first time in my life, I understood my father's madness.

If I lost Madeline, I wouldn’t just go mad. I’d follow her. And I wouldn’t wait for someone to do it for me.

I pushed the blankets back and then pulled them over us.

God gave this devil a perfect angel.

If he ever took her, I’d follow and beg at the heaven's gates to let me in.

Then again. I might just go in and take her back. She belonged with me. Always with me. Heaven. Hell. Here.

She would always be with me. Somehow. I’d make sure of it.

CHAPTER 38

Madeline

I checked my lipstick in the mirror before walking out of the dressing room. My heart beating faster seeing Vince asleep.

I walked to his side of the bed. It felt wrong to just leave without telling him. Even though waking him felt unfair. Leaving and not telling him felt worse.

“Hey,” I touched his cheek, watching him wake up.

He seemed confused at first.

“I’m leaving and it felt wrong to not tell you.”

“What?” He frowned. “What time is it?”

“Nearly six.”

“In the morning?”

I nodded.

“Come back to bed.” He reached for me, and I grabbed his hand.

“I can’t. I have to meet my uncle at the airfield.” It was the first time he asked me to accompany him on a trip since Dad's death. I couldn’t cancel.