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“Did you know she wanted to leave?”
He looks away again. Whatever poker face he once had, it’s gone now. Only fear lives in him, no trickery, no cunning. Pathetic.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Her words are like a whip striking the old man. “You knew, and you and Lorenzo agreed to kill her, isn’t that it? That’s the way it works. The men decide, and the women suffer?”
He shakes so hard that the chair rattles. “No, I would never. No, Sophia, you know I would never--”
“All those times I cried for her, asked about her--” She lifts a hand to the delicate scar on her forehead. “You knew she was dead. You knew. And you had a hand in killing her. My father may have done the deed, but you were in on it. You gave the go-ahead.” With a quick movement, she grabs a screwdriver from the table and approaches him. “You’re the reason she’s dead. You’re the reason I have this.” She moves her hair so he can see the scar. Holding up the screwdriver, she strikes him.
He screams and blood streams down his forehead. “No, Sophia, I-I tried to save her. Yes. I--”
“Tell your lies to someone else.” She tosses the screwdriver down and backs away as Pasquale cries like the weak, insignificant piece of shit he is.
I kiss her hair. “My queen,” I whisper into her ear. “My fierce queen.”
“I’m sorry.” He sobs. “Don’t kill me. Your mother knew the risks. She chose to marry him. She--”
“She was sold to him. The same way you sold me to Antonio.”
He sputters, now completely out of excuses. “Sophia, please. I’m your blood.”
“No.” She turns and wraps her arms around my neck, then gives me a kiss that sets my soul on fire. “This is my blood. I am Davinci.” With a look that could set a city ablaze, she turns to him. “And we will kill all those who would seek to destroy us.”
“Cara mia.” I take her mouth again, tasting the sweet vengeance on her tongue. Lifting her, I carry her from the room.
Gio and Dante know what to do. My queen’s edict is final. I won’t give Pasquale the honor of killing him myself. Not when I want to gorge myself on my rare, spiteful beauty.
I carry her up the stairs, then turn into my office, slamming the door behind me.
“What about the other families?” She’s breathless as I sit her on the desk.
“We’ll dine with them tonight.” I grip her pants and yank them down, then grab her lacy pink panties. “And you don’t need these.” With a hard pull, I rip them away, then drop to my knees.
“Nick!” she squeals as I lick her tight cunt, then suck her clit.
Pasquale is dying beneath our feet, the old family disintegrating as we build our new one. I lick her, sucking her nub until she’s gasping, her hands in my hair. Then I rise, pull out my cock, and claim her.
She claws my neck, her mouth a wild thing on mine as I fuck her hard. She can take it. She can take anything I give her. The desk scrapes across the floor as I yank her ass forward, getting so deep in her that she’ll feel me for the rest of the day.
Wrapping her legs around me, she keens, “More.” I give it to her, each punishing stroke making me harder, making me crazed for her.
When she reaches between us and touches herself, I can’t take the sight of it, the way her small fingers rub against that pink, wet flesh. Shoving deep, I come hard, coating her with me as she moans and her pussy spasms around me. Our love is explosive, the desire burning away anything that came before. No one can stand against us.
We are one, my queen and I. And we will rule. With love for each other. And with fear from everyone else.
