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Chapter 41

Eden

Checking my reflection in the mirror is something I rarely do, but today is different.

Frank had stitched my cheek from where Amazu's ring gashed my face. My fingertips drift lightly over the bruises on my cheeks and jaw.

Movement in the mirror catches my attention. I shift my gaze to see Vito leaning against the door frame of the ensuite in his penthouse bedroom.

Heat blooms in me, as it always does when I look at him, and my cooch pulses.

I'm Eden. His Garden of Eden. And he was made to sin with me.

I always want more of him; it doesn't matter if I just collapsed: spent, drained, sweaty, and shaky.

"Don't look at me like that, Eden." His blue-green eyes bloom with the same heat rapidly filling me.

I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, staring at the big bulge in his jeans. "And why not?"

He walks toward me—no, he stalks toward me—and I watch him in the mirror.

He grips my waist and jerks me back against him, grinding his beautiful, thick, big cock into my ass.

His eyes lock on mine in the mirror as he flicks open the button on my pants and undoes the zipper. He doesn't hesitate to dive his hand in. I widen my legs to give him better access, and he buries two fingers in me and starts to work me hard.

"So fucking wet for me." He bites my earlobe. "Such a messy pussy… all for me."

He hammers his fingers, finger-fucking me hard and fast. I'm not sure what the hurry is since we have time before I need to leave, but I'm riding a wave of pleasure bound for ecstasy, and I don't question it.

"I already fucked you this morning." He licks up my neck. "You already rode my face. You came twice already." He presses his thumb on my clit. "Is my girl going to come again?"

"Yes," I pant, shamelessly. "A trifecta."

He chuckles darkly and shifts his hand to press on my front wall. He's destroying me—my body isn't sure if it's pain or pleasure, but it's so goddamn good—and I whimper.

His free arm bands around my torso to keep me upright and presses my back to his front. We both watch in the mirror. His big, scarred hand cups my breast over my shirt and squeezes and kneads as I arch into his touch. He's a devil-god looming behind me, controlling me, bending me to his will.

And I. Love. It.

"Come for me, baby. Coat my hand in your cum. Spasm all over my fingers."

I groan as he's like a Tasmania devil, causing a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. The orgasm slices through me like a bolt of lightning, flashing intensely and suddenly. His hand clamps over my mouth just before I scream.

Every hair on my body, every inch of flesh, feels the sizzle of the lightning bolt and my legs give way—clearly, the trifecta of orgasms is like a paralytic drug. Vito's iron-like arm bands around my waist and his hand buried in my pussy, holds me up.

As I come down from my release, my body twitching, he pulls his hand from my mouth.

I fall forward and catch myself with my hands on the vanity. I'm about to ask why he covered my scream.

He smirks at me in the mirror. "Ohith is waiting to see you."

"You…" I gasp in shock and horror. "You… Fucking cunt!"

Vito laughs like the unhinged asshole he is and jumps out of the way of my flying fist. I follow him into the bedroom, quickly doing up my pants, and feel some relief that the bedroom door is shut. He's walking toward the door.

"What… what are you doing?" I sputter.

He glances over his shoulder at me. "Going to talk with my soon-to-be father-in-law."

"Not without washing your hand first," I nearly shriek.

He holds up the two fingers that literally just made my knees buckle and sucks them into his mouth. And my goddamn cooch clenches. Damn near purrs.

Greedy, wicked wench .

Then the motherfucker opens the door and strides out. I hurry after him, making sure my pants are done up, and skid to a stop in the beautiful kitchen. Ohith sits at the island, sipping an espresso. Vito washes his hands at the sink, winks at me, and turns to make another espresso from the complicated machine.

Ohith glances up from his phone and smiles. My face is flushed, and I'm trying to decide if a person can tell that someone has just been finger-banged. With a shudder, I push that thought out of my head.

Ohith pats the stool beside him. "It's nice to see you."

My throat thickens. I know why he's here.

Today is the meeting about Gilly's owner-operator.

It's been two days since they rescued me, and Vito and I have been keeping a low profile. Massimo, Ash, and Dom have been meeting with Sile and Bill, the new leaders of the Triads and Fire Clan. The Chamber is now all on board. But we need to face the leaders of the rest of the criminal factions in this city.

Vito reassures me that Massimo has called in favors owed to the Santoro family to ensure this goes our way. But the vote in this case has to be unanimous, not majority.

Ohith isn't a man who leaves things to chance, though, and neither is Vito. I glance between them, knowing they have a backup plan if things don't turn out how we want today.

"How are you, daughter?" Ohith regards me over the rim of his cup.

"Besides the obvious?" Sitting beside him, I huff, blowing a tendril of hair out of my eyes. "I spoke with my parents."

Ohith nods slowly. Somehow, he already knows that. But, like always, he wants me to be the one to talk about it and voice my feelings.

Vito brings me the cup of espresso, kissing the top of my head. Having him beside me helps me face my past demons.

"I told them I didn't hate them quite as much." Hate destroys the one carrying it more than the ones it's aimed at. I haven't completely let go of it, nor do I think I ever could entirely, but it is less. "But I'll never forgive or forget what they did. I also told them they're nothing to me. They're dead to me."

Yeah, the hate is still there. But hey, I'm a work-in-progress.

"And about today?" Ohith presses.

I drink my espresso, wincing at the burn. "Of course, I'm worried. I'd be stupid not to be."

Vito braces his hands on the other side of the island, facing me. "Massimo, Ash, and Dom have all been having one-on-one meetings with as many leaders as they can."

I fidget with my mug, worrying about the unanimous vote.

Ohith pats my hand. "And Gus accepted. He'll be an excellent successor."

Gus should've been Aiken's first choice; his lifeblood is in that place, just as Aiken's had been.

But then he would've been in the crosshairs and likely wouldn't have survived. My knowledge of my brother helped us figure this out.

Longing and regret swell within me. Those emotions will always be a part of me—a tarnish on my soul—when I think of Aiken.

You can look back or forward, Ed, but not both. So, what's it going to be?

Too soon, big brother, but maybe someday.

I blink back tears that want to push forth, and Vito looks at me softly. That kind of look should not be possible from a predator—from a lethal, brutal man like him—yet he's capable of that and so much more.

Ohith squeezes my hand. "If needed, I have someone who will publicly announce that I'm your father and that I will execute my brand of protection if anyone threatens or harms you or Vito."

My heart clenches at how readily Ohith and Axin have welcomed Vito into our family.

"And I'll be in your office, Eden."

My head snaps to Vito. "You can't be at Gilly's."

"I'll be there," he insists. "If things go south, Gus and Massimo know to get you to the office. I'll get us out via the passageway to where Ohith and Axin will be waiting."

"My plane is ready," Ohith says. "New identities and everything you need will be onboard."

Vito and I would run, leaving this world and his family behind. Nothing I say has changed his mind.

Vito comes around the island and turns my body to him. He steps between my legs and cups my face.

"Eden, you're my forbidden fruit. My one-and-forever. My undoing, and my re-making all in one. You're it for me, baby. It will always be you and me."

And he's it for me. But dread brews inside me that I'll be the cause of him losing his family, just like I caused Aiken to lose what was left of his.

But the alternative of leaving Vito… That I know I won't be able to do.

"You're mine, Eden. You were from the moment I heard your voice over the phone. You're the other half of me," he rasps, not caring that Ohith is hearing his declaration. "I'll burn the world down for you if I have to."

I turn my face into his palm and kiss it. He wraps me tight to his chest. His strong and steady heartbeat settles my anxiety.

"I love you, Eden Dallas Fallen. Soon-to-be Eden Dallas Santoro."

"Who says I'll take your name?" I joke, making the dangerous man I love stiffen.

Vito accuses Massimo of being conventional and traditional, but he's no different in many ways.

Ohith chuckles, and I can feel Vito's scowl.

"She doesn't need any influence from you, Ohith; not about this."

I push him back so I can see him. "You're such a fucking cunt."

His tension eases, and he grins—devastatingly devilish and filled with future promise of sin.