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Elena furrows her brow. “Why not? It’s just coffee. I need some girl time, and she’s my only friend in this city.”

“You can find other friends. Who wouldn’t want to be friends withtheElena Reeves?”

Elena pulls her hand away from mine. “Kate was there for everything. You asked her to take me to the hospital and she stayed until you got there. She’s the only other person I can talk to about what happened to me.”

“If you need to vent, you can come to me. Do not go anywhere with her.”

Elena chuckles. “Last time I checked, we were married, and that makes us equals. You can’t just forbid me from seeing my friends.”

“Well, I just did,” I say back, earning a scowl from her. “Don’t make me lock you in a cage, because I will if you try to go somewhere with her.”

Elena stands up abruptly, clenching her fists at her sides. I move to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m already in a cage! I’ve been in a cage from the moment we met.”

I laugh, filling the room with darkened fury. “You don’t seem to mind that cage when there’s diamonds and yachts with your name on them.”

A sharp sting on my cheek makes me freeze. I blink up at my angry little angel, her face full of defiance. She slapped me. I stare at her until her quivering lip finds the words she’s looking for.

“How dare you,” she growls through her teeth. “Do you really think any of that has ever mattered to me? Do you really think I’m that shallow?” Tears spill down her cheeks. “Did you forget that I let two men rape me because of my love for you?”

I press my shoulders back, growing a few inches from my posture alone and I give her a dangerous glare, standing up to my full height, fighting through the pain. I shake my head. “Don’t even go there. That isnota card you get to play when you’re mad at me. Of course I haven’t fucking forgotten, Elena! I think about it every goddamn day!”

She bites down on her molars so hard I think she’s on the verge of chipping her teeth. I wet my bottom lip as she stares up at me with that defiance that always gets me hard as a rock. As the blood rushes to my groin, I stop caring about all of it. Valenti, Kate, the assassin, her father. Everything that causes tension in our relationship melts away until I’m nothing but a beast lusting after her.

I wrap my fingers around her delicate neck. I’m significantly weaker after being out of the gym for weeks, but I could still snap it like a toothpick if I wanted to. With my tight grip on her throat, I drag her to the bed and shove her down on the mattress before ripping at our clothes like a wild animal until we’re both naked. My cock juts out in the space between us, begging for attention just as her pussy is.

I lean over to kiss her roughly, all tongue and teeth and then roll onto my back.

“Apologize for hitting me,” I demand. She opens her mouth to speak, but I shove two fingers inside and press down on her tongue like I’ve done countless times before. “Not with words.”

I had only meant I wanted her to suck me off, but my perfect wife is full of surprises and straddles me instead, her pussy so close to my cock that when it flexes, it brushes against her wet slit. My fingers dig roughly into her thighs.

“Elena, don’t play with me,” I growl, and when we meet eyes again, she shakes her head, grabs my cock, and lowers herself onto my throbbing length. I groan loudly, open-mouthed and wild. She doesn’t even put the full tip in and I’m already about to shoot my load into her.

“Fuck.” I use one of my hands to lightly graze my thumb over her swollen clit. She lowers herself a tiny bit more, and now my head is fully engulfed in her tight, warm, wet hole.

It’s been months since I’ve been inside her, and it’s even better than I remember. I can feel her trembling slightly. I can see in her eyes that she’s scared. I throw away the rough, possessive side of me for just long enough to reassure her that she’s safe.

“Trust me, angel. It’s just you and me. Let me make you feel good. Take that cock like a good girl and let me fill you with my love again.”

Elena opens her sparkling brown eyes and shakes her head. “I can’t. You have to make me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and try to relax my breathing so I don’t end this before it begins.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Mykonos,” she sighs. “It’s Mykonos. Please, Christian, just do it.”

I make her take a deep breath with me, before I roughly grab the soft flesh of her hips and slam her down on my cock.

CHAPTER 52

THE ANGEL

I cry out loudly, from both pleasure and fear.

It’s been so long. My body takes its time adjusting to his size. I’m trembling. Scared. Trying so hard to keep Frank and Neil out of my head and only allowing myself to see Christian.

He lets go of my hips and laces his fingers with mine. “It’s just me and you.”