Page 73 of Twisted Devotion

Her hands tangle in my hair, thighs locking around my shoulders as she arches beneath me.

I shove two fingers inside of her and lap at her clit. A broken cry escapes her lips as her body shudders.

“I'm-I’m coming—again.”

I slide back inside her, pushing deeper, drawing every last tremor from her body.

She gasps, her hands pressing weakly against my chest, her body tightening around me as the last waves of pleasure crash over her.

And then, finally, when the spasm dies out, she collapses against the bed, spent.

This time, shereallysleeps.

But I’m not quite done with her yet. While she sleeps, I lean down, press a final kiss between her thighs, suck on her pussy, tasting her one last time—just for good measure.

* * *

I wake before the sun has fully claimed the sky. It’s instinct—ingrained in me from years of staying ahead, always one step in front. Ready to chase down leads, crush obstacles, and secure what’s mine. But this morning isdifferent.

Aria is curled against my chest, her body warm and soft, molding to mine like she belongs there. Her hand rests lightly on my stomach, fingers curling unconsciously—as if she’s claiming me even in sleep.

Her scent lingers between us, sweet and intoxicating,more potent than the finest whiskey. Her steady breath grazes my collarbone, stirring something deep inside me—something no amount of power or control can suppress.

I shift slightly, careful, intending to slip out of bed without waking her.

The moment I move, her arm tightens around me.

She presses closer, a soft and innocent sigh slipping from her lips.Unaware of what she does to me.

I freeze.

For a moment, I’m caught between two worlds—the ruthless one I’ve built with blood and strategy andthisquiet, fragile one lying in my arms.

It’s strange.Uncomfortable.

I’ve held guns with more ease than I hold her now.

But still—Idon’tlet go.

Her legs tangle with mine, and I abandon the thought of leaving.

Exhaling slowly, I sink back into the pillows and pull her closer. Her soft hair brushes against my skin, and I bury my face in it for a moment, inhaling thewarmth I never knew I needed.

I realize what I already knew last night—something Itriedto ignore in a pathetic attempt to keep from losing myself in her.

I’d burn the world for this.

I’d tear it apart, piece by bloody piece, just to ensure she could sleep like this—undisturbed, untouched by the weight of her family’s sins… or mine.

The thought slams into me harder than I expected, like a fist to the ribs.

I didn’t ask for this.

I didn’t ask forherto slip through the cracks in my defenses.

But now that she has—now that she’s here, warm and soft against me, her breath steady in the quiet—I know the truth.

I’m alreadygone.

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