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“Fuuuucccckkkk, Siena,” I breathe hoarsely, running my hands up her back to her shoulders and realize that her arms are stretched out straight above her, her palms pressed into the wall, her head hanging down.

I run my hands up her arms and thread my fingers through hers as best I can, my palms on the back of her hands as she throws her ass against me over and over, fucking my cock with her ass on her own.

Holy fuck.

This woman is fucking incredible. It’s like the darkness has unleashed her feral side.

But that heat is building in my balls and shooting up my dick, and I can’t hold back any more.

Releasing one of her hands, I grab her hip with the other and slam into her hard, pushing her up against the wall, pounding into her, slamming her into the wall hard and fast.

“Fuck, Siena. Your ass is so tight, kitten. Holy fuuuuuuuck.” I push my forehead into the space between her shoulder blades and inhale her bergamot and basil scent. “Do you like my cock in your ass, baby? Does it feel good?”

She turns her head and bites my arm, still extended on top of hers, then sucks on my bicep through the fabric as she rides my cock. “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”

I smack her ass, then dig my fingertips in, letting her keepmy arm in her mouth to muffle her moans, slamming deep into her ass, harder and harder. She feels too good. I can feel my control slipping. “Come for me, Siena. I need you to come for me right fucking now.”

Releasing her hand so that she is no longer sucking on my arm, I push my fingers into her mouth and reach around to rub her clit as I slam into her ass relentlessly. It takes less than a minute for her body to tense and her hips to buck against me as tremors rip through her body, her muffled screams sending me over the edge. My cock pulses inside her, and I bite my lip to keep from yelling out as I shoot my cum deep inside her ass, my cock pulsing in her tight heat.

We stay like that, me balls deep in her ass, both of us panting. Spent, she softens, her arms sliding down the wall, her body falling into mine as I slide out of her. I hold her up with one arm as I pull her skirt back up over her waist and start to put her back together. Kissing the back of her neck as she takes over adjusting her clothing, I shove my shirt back inside my waistband and zip my pants.

Reaching out for her shoulders in the darkness, I spin her around, pulling her to me and running my hands up to cup her face. “Fuck, baby. You are fucking amazing. There is no other woman in the world who comes close to you.” I kiss her long and hard. “Please don’t ask me not to protect you the only ways I know how. You’re mine, baby, all fucking mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Matti. All yours. Forever yours.”

With a loud crack, the safe door opens.

31

Siena

Un-fucking-believable.

I have never seen so much glittery bling in my life. The safe held nothing I expected. I don’t know what I thought I’d find, maybe stacks of cash, like in the movies? But instead, rows of shelves display jewelry stands, each piece showcased under dim blue light that highlights the facets of every gem.

Gorgeous pendants encrusted with jewels in the shape of everything from a flamingo to a water lily to a muscle car—a muscle car? Who does that?—bracelets, anklets, something that looks like a leash studded with rubies. The lighting beneath the shelves illuminates them perfectly. They’re too beautiful to touch, and I find myself suddenly very nervous as the enormity of what we’re doing hits me.

Beneath the display shelves are rows of velvet drawers. Matti reaches for one, pulling it open to reveal smaller pieces: rings with jewels as large as the pad of my thumb, intricately designed brooches, lapel pins, tie clips, cufflinks. Velvet pouches with ivory drawstrings sit neatly in rows. Matti tugsone open, revealing loose gems, some raw, others polished to gleaming perfection.

“Wow,” I breathe.

Matti seems to echo my sentiments. “Holy shit.”

I nod appreciatively, taking it all in, but Matti isn’t looking at any of the jewels. His gaze is fixed on something behind me. My stomach tightens as I turn to follow his line of sight.

A second door is embedded in the back wall of the vault. Matti strides over and pulls it open. Darkness yawns beyond, and he lifts his phone to cast light into the void. A concrete stairwell stretches downward, the walls made of cinder blocks, windowless. He shuts the door, and we exchange a look.

Someone bangs on the locked doors that we came in.

“Matti! You in there?” It’s Vin.

“Yeah,” Matti calls out, grabbing a suitcase and tossing me the other one. “We’re almost done.”

I start carefully placing jewels inside my luggage, but when Matti unceremoniously dumps the contents of a drawer into his suitcase and tosses it aside before moving to the next one, I follow his lead.

“Tommy’s injured, so I’m going to help him out. Meet you downstairs,” Vin shouts.

Matti grinds his teeth, and I realize with a jolt that he stayed with me rather than help his friends. I could have waited for the vault to open on my own, and it hits me that I matter to him as much as the men he grew up with, the ones he made an oath to. His family.

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