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Nietzsche said that there’s always some madness in love, but there’s also always some reason in madness.
And this infuriating man is my reason and my madness.
These past few months have been closer to a dream than reality. Not only is my father finally out of the picture, but Gwen calls me “Mom” and has accepted me as her mother.
Callie and I are as close as ever. The other day, we celebrated her long-awaited pregnancy with lots of juice and not a drop of alcohol, naturally.
I’m one hundred twenty-one days clean.
I broke away from the mafia, and I know it’s because Kingsley took care of it, and not due to Nicolo letting me go out of the goodness of his stone heart.
And to make our lives even more peaceful, Kingsley sued Susan, making her lose every dime she owned as I promised, and she escaped from the state soon after.
The most important thing is that I have this man as my love, my partner, and the father of my little girl.
I know that he’ll probably never be Prince Charming or waive some knighthood, but I never needed those things anyway. His edge of intensity is what attracted me to him in the first place. And even though we still bicker all the time, his arms are my safest home.
I focus on his lips and speak in a sultry tone. “What if I do tempt you?”
“Then you won’t be able to walk out of here. At least, not properly.”
I lean close until my lips nearly graze his. I’m only a hair’s breadth away, getting more intoxicated by his cedarwood scent.
His nostrils flare, expecting the kiss, but I pull back. “Maybe another time.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he dives in, his eyes a penetrating storm as he captures my lips.
It’s a soul-shattering kiss that steals my breath, my sanity, and leaves me like putty in his hands.
Hands that are everywhere—on my back, my waist, my nape. He has the type of command that leaves me no choice but to bend to him.
Yes, I fight him. Yes, we rarely agree on anything, but when his body speaks to mine, all I can do is listen.
He makes quick work of pulling off my clothes and releasing his cock, and then he thrusts inside me in one delicious go.
His rhythm is slow at first, maddening even, as he hits every deep, pleasurable place inside me over and over until I’m moaning in his mouth. Until I’m dripping on the table and unable to stop myself.
It’s crazy how he knows my body better than I do and hits the right places that nearly push me over the edge.
“More,” I murmur against his lips.
“More what?” he asks with dripping seductiveness.
“Fuck me harder,” I beg, rotating my hips, and then I bare my shoulder, where there’s a hickey he left yesterday. “Like when you gave me this.”
“You little conniving witch.” His teeth sink into the red mark and he drives into me faster, longer, and with so much intensity, I can’t breathe.
My arms wrap around his neck and my heels dig into the firmness of his ass as I come undone around him.
His breathing becomes unhinged and I know he’s also close when his dick twitches inside me.
“Say it,” he grunts against my neck, leaving another bite mark.
“W-what?”
“That you love me.”
“I do.” I shudder, surprisingly more turned on like whenever he makes me admit my feelings during sex. “I love you, King.”
