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I drove the spatula into her folds, slow and careful in my actions. Right now, all I wanted to do was to lick her juice off the implement.

Every whimper and wiggle had the effect of tightening my balls. Her body stiffened even more and I cracked it across her bottom twice more.

As soon as I returned the implement to her sweet pussy, she erupted in a powerful climax. I closed my eyes, continuing to rub as her body trembled in my hold. The satisfaction was entirely different, but even more satisfying.

When she slowly relaxed, her body finally resting against the counter, I eased the spatula from between her legs. Her sigh of satisfaction brought a smile to my face. Every sound she made emphasized the forbidden relationship we shared.

Making it that much sweeter.

After snapping the wooden implement against her bottom one last time, I gathered her into my arms, rubbing my aching cock against her bruised buttocks.

“Stick out your tongue, Firesong.”

She did so, but not without providing her own spine, wiggling her tongue on purpose.

“Taste it,” I commanded, pushing the implement against her tongue.

When she did, it was all I could do to keep from fucking her.

“Are you sweet?”

“Always.”

I slathered her tongue for a few seconds before pulling away. Breaking the connection provided a sense of emptiness. Almost as soon as I turned away, I sensed she’d moved directly behind me again.

“I need to say something to you,” she breathed.

“Anything.”

“I know you aren’t who you say you are or who you’ve led everyone to believe you could be. At first, I felt compelled to expose you no matter the consequences. After all, you could be a threat to my family.”

Her statement hung in the air. “And now?” I tipped my head to the side.

“And now? I honestly think you might be the only person who can protect them. In other words, I don’t care who you were years before. I don’t think you do either. This is your life now. I’m a part of your world. Neither one of us want that to change. Don’t tell me the truth. Don’t place me in the position of choosing. Please. That’s all I can ask of you.”

I took a deep breath, thinking about her request. For about a million reasons I should tell her that wasn’t possible.

But I chose not to.

This was the real defining moment and a choice had to be made.

So I did.

“My name is Alejandro Banderas. You are my wife. I will become the Don of the Santorelli crime syndicate and I promise to protect my family.”

There was no turning back, no chance at feeling any sense of remorse. The decision was written not only in a contract and tightened by a marriage license, but also inked in blood.

Farewell, Jeffers Sanchez.

CHAPTER31

Alejandro

The call was unexpected. Carmella had only left our bedroom a few minutes before.

Our bedroom.

The thought continued to roll heavily through my mind. I’d heard her request and it had kept me awake all night. I’d had my other phone in my hand, ready to destroy it as I planned on doing with every other possible connection to my old life when I had to run.

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