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With what little air was in my lungs, I let out a fuming growl. How dare he!

Ilya stilled for a fraction of a second before working his cock in slow, punishingly deep thrusts that didn’t allow me to breathe at all. “You’re insinuating that you haven’t been doing this to other men?”

I shook my head, teeth grazing against his delicate skin.

His voice grew even more rough. “Fuck, babe. That’s….”

A shudder rocked his body. His strangled cry accompanied the hot, salty release that shot straight down my throat. I struggled to swallow, desperate for every drop. With a final twitch of his shaft, he loosened the hold on my hair.

Chapter 27 – Ilya

Now I’d done it. I made the siren mad. I came to her tonight to clear the air and bring the secrets into the open. But then, she’d offered herself to me, and I’d been unable to resist her sweet call.

The storm raged deep in her dark brown eyes. Lightning flashed in those midnight depths as she pushed backward. Even if I fell to my knees, she wouldn’t open up to me. She didn’ttrustme yet, and that hurt. But why should she? I was the monster who’d been angry enough to threaten the maiming of a man who was technically an adolescent, when we both knew damn well he would need his fingers to survive in this world. I expected her to ask about her damn fiancé’s safety, to know if she’d paid for his life. It would be so easy to tell her she had but I would take payment again, that I liked her begging on her knees for his life.

Instead, she lashed out over the careless comment I’d made.

“Contrary to whatever you think, I have not spent the last eleven months whoring around,” Isabella snapped, staring daggers up at me. “I learned how to do this from reading blogs on the subject!”

My voice softened. “Forgive me…I misspoke.”

She opened her mouth only to clap it shut.

It was the logical induction to take the facts and draw a conclusion from them. Most learned to be skilled in the art of seduction through practice. Jealousy prevented me from imagining there could be another way.

But…couldn’t she see the agony I was in? The way I would bleed for her? To think I was the only one who felt those lips wrapped my cock was too good to be true. I didn’t dare to hope.

“Thank you, Izzy. That was incredible.” Perhaps a display of sincere praise would soften her wrath.

It seemed to work.

Isabella blinked up at me. The anger ebbed, replaced by a lust drenched haze. She wet her lips. “Um, you’re welcome.”

The innocence showed in that moment, and a rush of heat stabbed my dick. I tucked the still hard erection back into my pants so it wasn’t waving in her face, then I stepped forward to cup her chin in my hand.

Too many thoughts tumbled through my mind, but they had a common theme. I’d been mistaken this whole time. Things were much clearer now. She hadn’t been sleeping around—whatever she did in Chicago was unique. The calculated move to lose her virginity had been with me, the lucky bastard who was messing up this thing with his insane jealousy.

Also, my little siren was silently enduring another torment. The don’s bitch sister was effectively starving her by denying proper sustenance. Something that would immediately be fixed.

I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.

I rubbed my thumb back and forth across Isabella’s cheek as she watched me in silence, waiting for my next move.

But the biggest detail that I’d missed was that she wasn’t in love with her fiancé. It made me want to light up the whole city into a blazing inferno in celebration!

I was just sorry it took me so long to realize it. If Isabella hadn’t dropped that key piece of information earlier this evening…. My jaw tightened reflexively. The destruction that men who knew me feared had been right at the surface, ready to break free today! In the back room, when all I could see was red, and the entire mob was in danger of being slaughtered, Isabella admitted she didn’t choose her fiancé. So I started doing my own research, and as it turned out, I’d made a terrible mistake.

Isabella was a prisoner.

It changed…everything.

Rubbing her hands over her thighs, Isabella pressed her lips into a tight line, pulling away from my touch.

“What is it?” I ground out, snatching my hand back and zipping myself up.

“That’s it?” she snapped. “You’re just going to leave me turned on and frustrated?”

There was always a surprise with this one. After the sum of our encounters, I should have expected that. Instead, I stepped back. I blinked rapidly. Words failed me.

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