Page 115 of Liberated By Sin

“Thiago?”

I looked up at my husband, who wore a smug grin.

“How did you find him?”

After Detective Braga’s death, Thiago was taken into protective custody. Guilt weighed heavily on my heart for a long time when I thought he’d become another victim of a broken system. It wasn’t until a year or two later, we discovered he was living with an aunt out of state. We were assured he was happy and well taken care of. But I’d always thought of him from time to time.

“As they say, I heard through the grapevine that he was vacationing with family. Pulled some strings, and here we are.”

I approached the boy—the little escape artist—whom I’d last seen as a toddler and smiled.

“You knew my dad?”

“I did. We were neighbors. And he was a good man.”

He nodded. I was happy to see that the subject of his father brightened his mood rather than made him sad. We spent the next hour with Thiago and took him out for ice cream. I didn’t know when or if I’d see him again, but he seemed to be thriving, and that was all I could have hoped for. Having finally learned his fate was like closing the last open door of that chapter of my life.

“Thank you for that,” I whispered, threading my fingers with Santino’s and kissing his hand. “I’ve always wondered about him, but I didn’t know that seeing him in person was exactly what I needed. This must have taken a while to coordinate…and after all this time.” I brushed my fingertips along his lips and sighed. “Have I ever told you’re the best?”

“Not today.”

Taking advantage of the blacked-out car windows and raised partition blocking our driver’s view, I straddled my husband’s lap—an act that was harder to do these days, but well worth the effort. “Let me remedy that.” I peppered kisses along his jaw and rocked against his hardeningcock. “You’re the absolute fucking best. I love you.”

He squeezed my hips, holding me over his erection. “It’s a good thing we’re almost there, or else I’d fuck you right here on the cabin floor of this car.”

Grinning against his lips, I ground harder over his dick, teasing him until his deep growl vibrated down my throat.

“Why wait?”

“No time for me to fuck you the way you deserve,preziosa,” he said with his hand around my neck and a tighter grip on my thigh. “And I’m never half-ass making love to my wife.” His teeth gently tugged on my lip. “Not a single day will ever go by when you question my love for you. You hear me? Whether I’m fucking you bent over our bed or taking my time devouring you on the kitchen table—and everywhere in between.”

“The. Absolute.Fucking. Best,” I repeated, punctuating every word as I nibbled up his neck.

I’d been so busy humping my husband that I hadn’t noticed we’d driven onto a narrow dirt road surrounded by trees until the car came to a stop on the uneven ground, jostling me from side to side.

Santino held me close and kissed my forehead. “Surprise.”

“Where are we?”

“Come on.”

We exited the vehicle, and the car quickly pulled off as if he’d been given clear instructions. And it was just Santino and me standing in the middle of a jungle.

“I haven’t knifed a man in a few years, baby. But this is slightly suspicious, and I never leave home without my lucky blade.”

He roared a laugh and tugged me through the brush until we reached a small clearing and pointed toward a large property at the top of a rocky mountain. It was our rental home.

“How did we get back here?”

“You trust me?” he asked, guiding me back through the trees.

“Of course.”

In one quick swoop, Santino lifted me bridal-style and carried meacross the road toward another dirt trail. We walked for several minutes until the trees broke again, and the sound of rushing water caught my attention.

He set me down gingerly as I stood in awe at one of the most beautiful views I’d ever seen—a crystal blue lake with a majestic waterfall.

“It’s yours.”

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