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Despite her euphoria, she doesn’t claw at the scars on my back.Instead, she flattens her palms to the ruined flesh and splays her fingers, touching as much of me as possible as she pulls me closer.

With every tiny gesture, she steals another sliver of my soul.

I was a fool to think I could lock my emotions away.She owns too much of me now to pretend indifference.

I love her as much as I hate her.

Valentina Luciano is mine.My wife.My revenge.

My heart.

Chapter 13

Valentina Luciano

My legs fall to the mattress.I lie like a boneless heap as Mario Luciano, my newlywed husband and long-time tormentor, drops his forehead to the mattress beside my head.

After sucking down a few lungfuls of much needed oxygen, I push his underwear off his foot with a sluggish limb.

He chuckles and nips my ear.

“You promised,” I mumble.

“I did.Are you sure you’re ready?”

I nod only to gasp as electricity sparks through my frayed nerves as he pulls his cock free in one smooth, wet glide.The intensity makes the world spin faster.

He groans and leans back on his heels.

Too exhausted to move, I flinch and whimper when he runs his fingers over my drenched sex.He scoops his seed, my release, and the sticky remnants of my virginity onto his digits and smears them over my ruined wedding dress.

“Mio Dio, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs.

The hunger in his eyes fills me with feminine power even as my mind quails at the thought of more sex.

I shake my head.

“You promised,” I say again.

He smirks.

“I took my cock out of your pussy at least twenty seconds ago.We still have a few hours until midnight, so…” he rumbles with a mischievous glint in his darkened amber orbs.

My insides give a weak squeeze, but I shake my head.

“Tomorrow can start right now.Twenty-four hours.Set an alarm if you want, but I’m done.No more.Please,” I beg.

His dramatic sigh unlocks a door I forgot I’d hidden in the back of my mind.One of the reasons I had a crush on him was because of how playful he was in his understated, stoic ways.

I swallow, but the ball of emotions in my throat grows.Fresh tears seep from the corners of my eyes.I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

I don’t want him thinking I’m a weak, silly girl who weaponizes tears or can’t control herself after a few orgasms.

Holy fuck, what have I done?I had sex with my uncle.I came all over my first crush’s cock.I begged and writhed under the man who betrayed my family.

Why don’t I feel an ounce of shame?

He hurt me.Terrified me.Humiliated me.