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Love.

The word lands deep in my chest. It breaks through the ice I’ve wrapped around my heart for so many years. It makes me feel whole for the first time in my life.

“I get to be with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.” She presses a kiss to my neck. “The man I know I belong with.”

Another kiss.

“I get to be with you.”

“Fuck.”

Emotion swells inside me, too big to put into words.

Then the words I’ve wanted to say for weeks finally escape.

“I love you.”

She smiles and wastes no time undressing us both, tearing away the layers between us with feverish intensity. Then she takes control, pushing me from the entry hall to the bedroom while our mouths make love all their own.

No words are said. Little sound is made. She wants what she wants, and isn’t afraid to take it.

On the edge of the bed, she pushes me with all her might. My legs buckle against the mattress and I fall onto it. She crawls on top of me, tender fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. No warning, no foreplay, she wants all of me now.

A soft moan parts her lips as she slides down my length. Once in place, she rides me, leaning closer until her tits rub against my face. I lick and suck every inch I can get my mouth on, trying to stay in control.

Her fingers snake through my hair, and she grabs a fistful. Pulling my head tighter to her body.

The feeling of not being in total control drives me crazy.

I grab her ass with both hands, bucking feverishly into her movements. I heave with pleasure, while wincing from pain, but totally thrilled to be in this moment. Our bodies move in unison as we reach the exalted release. Locked together in unending, orgasmic euphoria.

As Hannah collapses on top of me, puffing and panting from the burst of excitement, I smile up at the ceiling.

The fire took my house. Took my mask. Took the man who’d spent most of his life living for revenge.

Lying here with Hannah, I realize the fire burned away everything that was never worth keeping. But in turn, it gave me everything that is.

A future filled with promise. Of love, family, and happiness.

A future with Hannah.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Hannah

Six Months Later

“Idon’t care what they want. I’m not going to be back in New York for another three weeks.”

Vik’s annoyance has been building since the start of the call. Some hot-shot investor has been pressuring him to launch a new product ahead of schedule, because he’s desperate to line his pockets with the fortune this software is supposed to bring him.

But Vik’s priorities shifted a long time ago.

I doubt he ever truly buckled under the pressure, but these days he’s even more willing to throw it all away if it means protecting the life we’ve built.

“And if that slimy prick has a problem with it, tell him I said he can go fuck himself.” Vik probably sounds oddly calm to whoever’s listening on the other end. He’s always been good at hiding his emotions.

But I’ve spent enough time with him now to notice the subtle differences. The slight change in his voice when he’s irritated. The softness that slips into it whenever I say something that makes him melt.