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It was not the mature male he had become.
He would be a challenge to identify and kill now, but vengeance was demanded.
So many generations of families had been destroyed because of his selfishness. So many lives lost and destroyed because of his traitorous actions.
So many lives had been wasted because of his choices.
Entire families had been lost.
And now, it was time to destroy Beauregard. No matter the new name he had taken, the man he had become, or the reasons for which he had made his choices. No matter the arguments those left behind had made for his life. None of it mattered any longer.
It was time to satisfy vengeance.
And vengeance demanded blood.
But blood demanded proof.
And there was only one way to prove Fredrico blood.
By threatening the one thing they held dearest.
The only true weakness a Fredrico was ever known to have.
The women they loved.
Beauregard, unlike Gio, had not fulfilled hi
s responsibilities first, though. Nor had he kept the woman he had loved as a mistress. No, Beau had left Italy. He had betrayed them all, and destroyed not just his own family, but those who followed the Fredrico family as well. And he had to pay.
chapter 1
sheila was stretched on a rack of such torturous pleasure she was certain she couldn’t survive it. There was no way she would come out on the other end intact.
She always thought that at some point during the hours she spent in Nick Casey’s bed, however, that something other than her orgasm would be found.
Each time, she swore she wouldn’t allow herself to be seduced, and each time he touched her, each time that sensual dominance swirled in his dark chocolate eyes, she found herself seduced. Seduced. Ready. Willing. He mesmerized her with his kiss and made her more than willing to beg for more. To plead.
Breathless. Devoured. Fucked until she was screaming mindlessly in a pleasure so intense she was certain she would die from it. That was how she felt. And the pleasure became the center of her universe.
“Oh God, Casey.” She arched to him, her tone so rough and hoarse she didn’t recognize it as her own.
But oh God, his touch was so good. Everything he did to her, every kiss, every stroke, every caress was ecstasy.
Sheila spread her thighs wider, her heels digging into the mattress as she lifted for him, feeling his tongue sink into the tender flesh between the folds of her pussy.
Broad, strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he licked at the sensitive flesh, then pushed inside the saturated entrance with a slow, destructive thrust.
A long, low cry tore from her lips. Casey tasted her, his tongue moving inside her, possessing and enjoying her with exquisite pleasure. Rapture suffused her senses, washing over her and racing across her nerve endings with a wave of electric intensity.
There was nothing quite like Casey’s touch or the addictive sensations that tore through her.
His hard, callused hands roved over her body and stroked every response she would have kept hidden. Awakening nerve endings and hungers better off ignored. From the depths of a sensuality she hadn’t known she possessed, he revealed desires she hadn’t known existed inside her.
He had only to make her think he was going to touch her and her clit swelled. Her breasts became swollen, her nipples tight and hard. The very thought of the pleasure to come had her ready to explode.
His tongue slid from her pussy, flickering over the entrance, licking gently and driving her crazy with its fiery touch. Inner muscles clenched as she fought to get closer while her clit ached in a desperate need to come.
He was wicked with his touch. Diabolical.
