I plunged my fingers into her harder and faster, her moans echoing through the dressing room as she bucked against me, ass rubbing against my rock-hard cock. I growled into her neck, my eyes fixed on her in the mirror, watching her cheeks flush pink and her lips form an O shape as she climbed higher to ecstasy.
“Look at yourself,Ribelle.Watch me own every inch of your body. Of your pleasure.” I squeezed her throat a little tighter as I felt her thighs shaking around my fingers. “If I tell you to come all over my fucking fingers like my good little slut, you’ll do it, right? You won’t be able to stop yourself.”
“Sani!” she cried, the orgasm already taking form.
“So do it. Watch yourself fall apart for me,Wife.”
She screamed, her body thrashing in my hold as I refused to relent. She clawed at my arm, trembling as the pleasure ripped through her, and when it finally subsided, she collapsed forward, slamming her palms against the mirror in front.
“Still think you don’t belong to me? That I’m capable of letting you go?” I groaned, unzipping my trousers to free my raging cock. “Stay just like that.”
I lined my cock up with her entrance and waited for her glazed eyes to find mine in the mirror. Then I slammed into her from behind, ripping her next breath from her lungs as her eyes rolled. A guttural growl roared from my chest as I buried myself inside her tightness and held myself there, in my favourite place. I felt the pleasure trickle down my spine, dulling the anger as I shifted my hips back and pushed in again.
“You should let me go, Sani,” she whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched my nostrils flare and eyes burn.
“Never.” I slammed into her again, and she cried out, a tear slipping free. “You are my wife.” Slam. “My world.” Slam. “My heart.” Slam. “And no one’s taking you anywhere,Ribelle.”
Her moans and cries spurred me into a possessive rhythm, pounding inside her relentlessly. Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I tugged gently, not enough to hurt but enough to force her head back. She had no choice but to watch how I claimed a little more of her with every thrust.
“Say it,” I moaned, feeling her pussy tightening around my dick, pulling me deeper with every thrust as it tried to milk every drop of cum out of me. But I wouldn’t give in, not until I knew there was nothing left of her except her understanding that she’d never belong to anyone else.
“I’m yours,” she cried. “I’ll always be yours.”
I pulled her back into me, twisting her head so I could capture her lips as we both came hard together. We swallowed each other’s moans and whimpers as our bodies jerked together in the aftermath. I let my dick slide out from between herlegs but kept her pressed against me, wrapping my arms around her body tightly as we panted, staring at each other in the mirror.
I placed my hand directly over her pounding heart. “And is this mine?”
Her lips trembled, and she nodded. “Always.”
“Then never, ever think of leaving me again. I never want to hear those words,Ribelle.We belong only to each other. Understand?”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered as I spun her around, lifted her up so she wrapped her legs around me, and slid down the wall until I was on my ass and she was straddling my lap. “I’m sorry,” she muttered against my lips as tears slid down her face.
“Don’t be sorry.” I kissed every part of her face until she calmed down. “Just be mine.”
“I don’t know how not to be yours, Santino.”
I smiled, feeling instantly better that I’d finally managed to get through to her. There was no universe in which I could ever be without her, either.
“Drag him out,” Sani ordered his men as we entered his sanctuary with Gio and Alessio. Sani wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me protectively into his side as the cell door screeched open. He hadn’t been thrilled about me coming, but I insisted. Callum was the only one who could give me the answers and closure I needed.
I swallowed, digging my nails into Sani’s firm abs when a man I barely recognised was hauled out by his arms and dumped in the middle of the concrete floor, falling onto his side. No longer the Golden Boy of Rome, his brown hair was matted, face swollen, and every inch of his skin was covered in bruises, dried blood, or cuts. But the most alarming thing of all… was his eyes. It took me a moment to pinpoint why they looked so horrifying. No eyelids. He couldn’t blink. His bloodshot green eyes were already losing their vibrancy, a cloudy haze spreading over the pupil. My medical knowledge told me that if he went untreated, he’d be blind within a day or two.
Alessio crouched down in front of Callum’s face and tilted his head. “Ready to talk?”
Callum lacked the energy to even sit up and made a choked noise from histhroat. Alessio unscrewed the cap from the water bottle he was holding. Buccini soldiers propped Callum up into a sitting position as Alessio lifted the bottle to his lips, allowing him to take a few desperate sips. But then Alessio raised the bottle higher, pouring more water down Callum’s throat than he could swallow, and then over his face. He spluttered, coughing and collapsing back onto the filthy floor.
“Here’s how this will go. Aria has questions. You will answer them. If you don’t, this pain you’re experiencing right now? Imagine it magnified. And we won’t let you die. We’ll repeat and repeat and repeat. Understand?”
Callum rolled onto his back, heaving and staring vacantly at the ceiling, giving Alessio nothing.
I let go of Sani to step forward, ignoring that precious, sheltered part of me that wanted to recoil from even glancing at Callum. He didn’t deserve a shred of my sympathy. My nails bit into my palms as I drew closer. I could feel Sani behind me like a protective wall of comfort and barely contained violence, but I knew this was something I had to do for myself.
Callum’s hazy eyes slowly fixed on me as I loomed over him. All they revealed was the pain residing within him. He was a man who’d had enough, yet somehow still refused to let go.
“Make them kill me,” he muttered in a strained croak. Empathy surged in my chest, but then I remembered he wasn’t an innocent man. Forcing steel into my veins, I straightened my spine and fixed him with a glare.
“I know you were working with my uncle, Sean McKenna. What does he want with me?”
