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Grayson’s mouth closes over mine and it’s like I’ve found a new religion. When his arms close around me, I’m in heaven. The nirvana of the touch and feel of him, the inescapable nature of his passion, makes me tremble and quake because I am in the presence of something mighty.

Grayson is the love of my life. Without him, I’m half of a whole. I’m a shadow eking out existence. Because with him I have meaning, I have purpose.

All I ever wanted was vengeance, until him.

Our tongues glide together, dancing, tasting, savoring each other. No matter how many times he’s inside me, I can’t get enough of him.

“That’s right, baby,” Grayson says, kissing my nose. “You’re mine.”

Thirty-Five

Grayson

Eliza is coming home. She’s my safety. My world. My goddamn everything. I am nowhere without her and I can’t even bring myself to contemplate that existence.

“These perfect tits,” I say, putting one of Eliza’s nipples into my mouth and sucking.

“Fuck,” Eliza says with a sigh.

I release her nipple with a wet pop. “You’re so delicious.”

“Mhhmm,” Eliza moans, letting her head fall back in pleasure. My cock is hard enough to stop a moving truck with a slight poke. I need my woman and I need her now.

“Eliza,” I say, pressing my lips to her skin. “I fucking love you so much.”

Her eyes take mine in, drunk with lust, and she wraps her arms around me. It’s the most perfect feeling in the world.

“I love how you say my name,” Eliza says in a low, sensual voice. “I love watching you inside me, feeling you,” she moans the words and bites her lip.

I watch her, feel her legs circle around me.

Fuck, I am the luckiest man in the whole goddamn world. We aren’t fucking anymore. This is pure, raw lovemaking, the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

The pain of my past, the pain of the near-present, it all fucking fades away.

I hold my woman, and I know that she’s strong. Eliza went through every last thing that might break her, and here she is, okay.

I know that she thought she may have ruined us forever with what she did to save me, but I’m proud of my baby. What she did? Fuck, I could never have done. In some ways, Eliza is stronger than me. That fractured, traumatic shit her brain did to her allowed her to actually convince Zario for just long enough that he’d get a taste of her and that she’d finish the job.

All her life, people have underestimated my baby. But I will never underestimate Eliza Lang. I am going to be the king she needs, because she’s my fucking queen.

We’ll own this world, just you watch.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to lose myself inside the love of my life. Who trusts me as completely as I trust her. We’ve been through everything together, and we’ll share even more.

Thirty-Six

Eliza - Epilogue

Three months later

We are never going to stop fighting.

We can’t.

The Cabeza Dios and Bonita Muerte cartels will always be after us, until we eliminate them. An insurmountable goal to anyone else.

“You and me against the world, baby,” Grayson says, a wide smile taking up his gorgeous face, putting a sparkle in his eyes, and heating my skin at the sight of him. I love him so goddamn much that the sight of him right now, just him smiling, is enough to make my knees weak. Literally, if I wasn’t sitting down already, I might fall over. As it is, I’m melting in my seat looking at him.

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