Page 203 of Inferno

I part my legs and gasp as his hand slides beneath my jeans.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Five years I’ve waited to feel this pretty cunt again.”

“More, sir. Please.”

His mouth crushes mine. My hands tangle in his hair, desperate for more of him, of this.

“You want me to give you more?”

I nod. “Please.”

He nips my lip. “I’m not here to give you pleasure, heartbreaker. Giving you an orgasm implies they are yours. That isn’t the case. I take them from you. Because they are mine, just as you are. I own every inch of you. Every climax, every moan, every fucking drop of you belongs to me.”

He slips a finger inside me and a sound escapes my lips.

“That moan?” His voice drops. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

Just as my legs begin to tremble, he pulls away. I sag against the door, breathless.

He licks his fingers clean and smirks. “Mine.”

Grabbing my hand, he presses it to the hard bulge in his jeans.

“This is what you do to me. Don’t youeverdoubt yourself again, heartbreaker.”

I nod and squeeze him through his jeans.

“I’m glad I never killed you,” I whisper.

He chuckles and strokes my cheek. “Me too, sweetheart. Now let’s go hunt down the bastards who tore us apart.”

We climb the stairs, a massive chandelier glittering above us. Another secure door, another layer of secrecy. We step into a room warmed by a glowing fire.

"What's behind that other door?" I ask, eyeing it.

“I’ll show you after.”

We head through the left, and conversation halts instantly. Conan and Finn are the first faces I see.

Finn watches me, gray eyes unreadable, hands clasped beneath his chin. Conan grins when he sees Declan holding my hand.

Enzo stands with his usual icy composure, and beside him, a man in a black balaclava, built like Conan. His dark brown eyes flick to me, intense but not cruel. Tattoos lace his hands like armor.

“Come on.” Declan tugs me to the head of the table. Two chairs. He pulls one out.

“Equals or nothing, right? Now sit.”

I sit. He joins me.

Declan clears his throat. His hand finds my thigh.

“I’d like to formally introduce Charlotte.”

They nod. Even Enzo offers a flicker of a smile.

“Conan, Finn, you’ve met her already.”

Finn scoffs. “You need assessing, brother? I can have Hallie pencil you in.”

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