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In a matter of seconds, I’m losing control as well, thrusting into him wildly, my mouth never leaving his. A roar escapes my throat, and he swallows it as I fill him completely. I can feel it, my cum settling inside of him, leaking out. There’s so much of it, so much of me in him. And the entire time, we just kiss, our mouths never breaking contact.

I fall onto my side and pull him with me, our bodies still connected, our lips lazily licking and sucking.

And neither of us says a word, our eyes growing heavy from emotions, from the weight of what this means.

So we just let ourselves lie there in the silence. When we’re ready, we’ll figure out what this is.

23

ANGEL

Ican’t stop kissing my husband.

Mikhail, my man.

And it seems he’s just as enamored with me. We just lie there, tangled in the sheets together, neither of us bothering to clean up the mess we made. We’re sticky and sweaty and utterly perfect. Our tongues tangle, a slow plundering, our lips sore from the amount of use they’re getting. But we can’t stop.

He can use me anytime he wants. As long as it’s like this. Exactly like this.

“They’re going to come looking for you,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my cheek, inhaling me. I sigh into it, my fingers sliding through his hair.

“That’s okay. They can look all they want. I’m happy right here.”

“You’ve made them all dependent on you.”

“Skylar is here. He can manage them.”

“Perhaps, but they want you, their little husband.”

I crack a smile at that. “Jealous?”

“Yes, you’re mine, not theirs.”

“I am yours,” I say and then kiss the tip of his nose. His hooded eyes droop even further and his hands move down to my ass. I’m so sore, so completely satiated, but I’m hard. I want him all over again.

Just as I think that, the bedroom door opens, and Diablo strides through. Mikhail grumbles and whips the sheets over us, growling as he does.

“God-fucking-dammit, Angelo!” Diablo shouts, completely unbothered by the fact I’m nude. He’s pissed I’m with Mikhail, when I spent days in his arms, crying.

Rightfully so, I think. My twin is my avenger. He wants to save me. But I don’t need it, not now.

Now I just want to be safe in Mikhail’s arms.

I lazily lean up and glance at my brother, who looks about ready to combust into flames. He always was quick to anger.

“I thought you were leaving him!” he shouts, but I smile softly.

“I changed my mind,” I reply and then nuzzle further into Mikhail, who holds onto me tightly.

“You can’t change your mind, not after everything he did. And look at you. You have bruises everywhere. Did you hurt him?” Diablo is next to me now, his eyes roving over my exposed skin, tugging the sheet back. It’s then that I see it, the black and blue marks all over my skin, the bite marks, the abraded skin from the scruff of his jaw.

It makes me even harder. I want to stare at these in a full-length mirror and get myself off.

“Only in the best way,” I answer huskily.

Diablo scoffs and then points a finger at Mikhail while staring at me intently. “He murdered his wife.”

“He did and for a good reason.”

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