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When I do, it’s with his name on my lips and my body trembling uncontrollably. He follows moments later, his control finally snapping as he buries himself deep inside me.

Marcus lifts me gently, carrying me to the bed. “My turn to worship you properly,” he says, laying me down with reverent care.

He starts at my feet, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of my skin with methodical precision. By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m already aching for him again.

“Please, Marcus,” I whisper. “I need you.”

“I know exactly what you need,” he says, settling between my legs. When he enters me, it’s with careful control, each movement calculated to drive me wild.

He makes love to me with the same analytical precision he brings to everything else, but there’s nothing cold about it. Every touch, every thrust is designed to bring me maximum pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips as he moves inside me. “All of you. Your brilliant mind, your fierce heart, your perfect body. Mine.”

“Yours,” I agree breathlessly. “All of yours.”

When we finally collapse together, I’m boneless and completely satisfied, surrounded by four men who look at me like I’m their entire world.

“Holy shit,” Axel breathes, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “That was…”

“Perfect,” Dom finishes, pulling me against his chest.

“Just the beginning,” Kieran adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Marcus simply watches me with satisfied eyes, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my hip.

I’ve never felt so claimed, so cherished, so completely owned. And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

Afterward, I’m boneless and sated, curled between four powerful men who look at me like I’m the center of their universe. Dom’s arm is around my waist, Kieran’s fingers are threading through my hair, Axel is tracing patterns on my thigh, and Marcus is simply watching me with satisfied eyes.

“No regrets?” Marcus asks quietly.

“None,” I whisper. “You?”

“Never,” Dom growls against my shoulder.

“This is just the beginning,” Kieran murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“The beginning of what?” I ask.

Axel grins, wild and beautiful. “Of everything,brujita. We’re going to rule this city together, and no one will ever be able to tear us apart.”

As I drift toward sleep, surrounded by the four men who’ve just claimed every piece of me, I realize that tonight changedeverything. Not just the attack, not just the decision to be together, but something fundamental about who we are.

We’re no longer Vincent Blackwood’s daughter and four dangerous men orbiting around her.

We’re something new. Something unprecedented. Something that will either conquer this city or burn it down trying.

And I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.

CHAPTER 19

Three days later, I’m walking through the main floor of the Obsidian with Dom at my side, discussing revenue projections like we’re running a legitimate business instead of the most dangerous underground fight club in the city. The normalcy feels strange after everything that’s happened, but I’m learning that this is how our world works—moments of intense violence followed by periods of deceptive calm.

“The Sterling account transferred another fifty thousand this morning,” I’m saying as we approach the main ring, where Axel is training a new fighter. “Kieran’s keeping his promise about the partnership payments. He’s working on trying to get his family to accept me, but we’ll see how that goes. Even if they cut him off entirely, he has enough money… as do I.”

Dom nods, his dark eyes constantly scanning our surroundings even during routine business. “Marcus says the laundering operation is running smoothly. No flags from the feds, no unusual banking activity.”

I’m about to respond when something in his posture changes. His hand finds my arm, fingers tightening in warning.