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“You want that too, don’t you?” She pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me, her gaze predatory. “Want to breed your little slut? Fill me with your cum until it overflows?” She punctuates each filthy question with a deliberate grind of her hips. “Want to ruin me for anyone else?”

Her words push me dangerously close to the edge. I thrust up to meet her movements, feeling her thighs begin to tremble.

“That’s it,” she moans, her rhythm becoming erratic. “Fuck your cum into me. Make me yours, Knox. Mark me from the inside.”

I can’t hold back anymore—her words and the sight of her taking her pleasure so brazenly—it’s all too much. I explodeinside her with a guttural groan, holding her hips flush against mine as I empty everything I have.

“Good boy,” she purrs, grinding down on my pulsing cock as her own orgasm hits. “Breeding me so good. Filling me up just like I need.”

Holy fuck. Those words from her mouth nearly make me come again.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” I rasp, watching her shudder through her climax.

Instead of collapsing beside me, Bianca remains seated on my cock. She traces patterns on my chest, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“What happens now?” she asks.

“Now?” I run my hands up her thighs. “Now we figure out how to live our lives without Russian mobsters interrupting.”

She laughs, the sound vibrating through our connected bodies. “I’m serious, Knox.”

“So am I.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you with me. Not just for the year from the Hunt. For good.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “For good?”

I nod, suddenly certain of what I want more than anything. This woman—fierce, passionate, unafraid—is it for me. There’s no going back now.

“I’m going to marry you, Bianca Hayes,” I declare, watching her smile grow. “Maybe not tomorrow, but someday. And there’s not a fucking thing in this world that will stop me.”

Bianca’s eyes glisten as she processes my words. For a moment, she stares at me, straddling my hips with our bodies connected most intimately. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than in this silence, waiting for her reaction.

“Knox Blackwood,” she finally whispers, shaking her head slightly. “You are (in no way the man that I expected.”

“Disappointed?” I ask, trying to mask my uncertainty with a smirk.

She traces her fingertips along my jawline, her touch feather-light. “The opposite.”

The tension in my chest eases. I’ve faced down armed men without flinching, but this woman has the power to bring me to my knees with just a look.

“I thought you were just a self-serving playboy,” she continues, her fingers exploring my face as if memorizing every feature. “A dangerous man who wanted to possess me. Like I am merely a means to an end, an itch to scratch.”

“I am dangerous,” I remind her. “And I do want to possess you.”

“But there’s more.” Her voice softens. “So much more that you’ve been hiding.”

I swallow hard, feeling exposed in ways that have nothing to do with (the fact that our clothes are scattered on the floor. “Nobody else gets to see this part of me.”

Bianca leans down slowly, her hair creating a curtain around our faces. The air between us feels charged with a deep-seated emotion.

“I want all of you, Knox,” she breathes against my lips. “The dangerous parts, the possessive parts. Even the parts you think no one could ever love.”

Before I can respond, she closes the distance between us. Her lips meet mine in a kiss unlike any we’ve shared before—tender, unhurried, achingly sweet. There’s no battle for dominance, no desperate need, just a pure connection that makes my chest ache.

I’ve kissed countless women, but never like this. Never with my soul laid bare.

When she finally pulls back, I see everything I’m feeling reflected in her eyes.

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