Page 93 of Desperate Crimes
Whether the world is ready for us or not.
Chapter Twenty-Four-Nico Jr
I am well fucking aware that I’ve crossed just about every boundary I can with this woman.
There’s one more, though.
One last line.
And when I cross it?
There’s no going back.
“I now pronounce you?—”
Preacher’s voice fades into static as my blood roars in my ears.
Because those words—they break something open inside me.
A dam I’ve been holding back since the night I first laid eyes on her.
And now? Now she’s mine.
Not just in my head.
Not just in my bed.
But on paper. In the eyes of the law.
The same law I studied, mastered, bent to my will.
My lips crash into hers before the words even finish leaving Preacher’s mouth.
I kiss her like I’m branding her, claiming every gasp, every soft moan, every breath like it belongs to me.
Because it does.
She does.
“Stop the car,” I bark.
The driver obeys without hesitation. We jerk slightly as the limo eases to a halt.
“Get out.”
“Of course. Thank you, Mr. Fury.” Preacher nods, already stepping into the other vehicle waiting down the block—just as planned.
No one notices. No one dares to.
I press the button that raises the divider between us and the front.
Privacy. Silence.
Nothing but the heavy thrum of anticipation.
She’s still catching her breath, lips swollen, pupils blown wide.
“You left.”
