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She gasped as the cool air kissed her skin, then cried out when I latched onto her, sucking her nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her shudder.

Her body tightened, her inner walls fluttering around me, strangling my cock in a vise of heat and pleasure.

I groaned, licking and teasing her sensitive flesh, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her breast.

“Come for me, babygirl.”

And only for me.

This wasn’t just about revenge anymore.

It was about possession.

The world’s most powerful men had spilled blood for the rarest diamonds, for cold, unyielding perfection.

But I didn’t want a lifeless gem.

I wanted her—warm, wild, burning with fire and passion.

And I would have her.

Forever.

CHAPTER 46

SEBASTIAN

Straightening my tie as I entered my office—I stopped short.

In a leather chair before the fire, exuding the kind of cold, quiet menace that had made him feared in every courtroom, sat Judge Marzio Delluci.

Sabrina’s father.

I had just taken Sabrina out of the building through my private entrance, issuing strict instructions for the waiting car to take her back to my palazzo.

And only my palazzo.

She had been heartbreakingly beautiful—her makeup smudged, her gown torn, sapphire eyes glistening with unshed tears.

She'd gripped the edge of the open car window. “Please, just let me go.”

I'd placed my hand over hers, my thumb brushing the bare skin of her ring finger.

Soon, my ring would be there.

My mark. My claim.

“The answer is no. Stop asking. And don’t even think about sneaking off to the airport.” I'd dropped my voice to a lethal murmur. “I’ve had your passport flagged. You won’t even get past security."

Her lower lip trembled before she'd spat, "I curse the day you came into my life.”

I'd leaned down and kissed her fingers, my gaze locking onto hers. “I look forward to making you regret that statement.”

* * *

Despite knowing she was gone, I instinctively glanced over my shoulder, ensuring her office was empty before shutting my door with a sharp snap.

I turned my attention back to the man lounging in my chair, his fingers flexing over the carved handle of his walking stick.