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One day I’ll be able to fuck you any hour and at any moment that I crave. And I will, sweet princess. I will.
With my eyes cinched shut, my heart reverberating in my ears, his whispered words echoed. They also scintillated. And I wasn’t just lost in the man. I was spun in a web of gold, cocooned until the time was right.
Whether a month, a year, or longer, I would wait for him.
The man who’d taken my innocence and in turn, provided me with the greatest gift of all.
An awakening of my soul.
As he fucked me long and hard, the belt tightening even more, I was reminded how alive he made me feel. And how wanted.
“My beautiful baby. My perfect princess. Come for me. Come with me.”
His command was husky yet driven, his needs as intense as mine. And there no way I would ever disobey him again.
As a climax slowly drifted into my body, I knew without a doubt he was ready to erupt deep inside. I squeezed my muscles, the powerful orgasm sweeping through me like another torrent of wildfire.
The sweet release was entirely different, the tumultuous flames crisscrossing every inch of my body likely leaving permanent scars. He twisted his hand around the thick strap, cinching the belt around my neck, erupting deep inside as a single orgasm turned into a cataclysm of electricity. And in those glorious moments as surreal ecstasy powered through me, I knew without a doubt the monstrous man with the eyes of a devil had already captured my heart.
After all, I’d fallen hopelessly and recklessly in love with the enemy.
Now there was no going back.
CHAPTER 14
“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”
—Aldous Huxley
Six years later…
Mattia
Business as usual.
Another day in paradise.
I chuckled at the thought. In truth, I was a lucky man, or so I continued to hear.
“What is so urgent?” I asked as I strode into D’Artagnan’s office. The Don stood behind his desk, tenser than I’d seen him in months. Even the look on his face suggested imminent danger. Our combined regime had been experiencing a controlled growth, enough that we’d doubled our wealth in less than a year.
The DeLuca–Lazarro Empire was the strongest of the Five Families in Italy, our powerful hold on portions of our beloved country secure. In the almost five years since the alliance had been entered into, things in our respective regimes had changed significantly.
We were respected. We were wealthy.
And we were feared.
Especially since we’d beaten several of our enemies both on home turf and abroad. No one dared fuck with us for fear of retaliation.
Including torturous death.
We’d beaten the Russians not once but twice, sending hundreds of their soldiers to early graves. We’d fought off the American scum who’d become determined to not only enter our country but attack our America Cosa Nostra brethren as well. And we’d become powerhouses in several industries.
However, I’d never allowed my guard to fall, especially since none of us could place our trust in the remaining three regimes of the Five Families. We continued to work together, but the peace would always been a thin veil of pretense and nothing more. Seeing Dar this way meant trouble was brewing. He knew I’d have his back, which was a far cry from what I’d said six years before.
Wherever I went, I created destruction, what some would call mayhem, but it was required in our brutal world. Being forced to tamp down my natural urges had been difficult.
Somehow, I could tell by the expression he wore that it was all about to change.