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“Any requests? You did an exquisite job with his nose, dolcezza. And I did”—I dig my fingers into his side, roughly examining the spot I kicked—“two ribs. So that leaves you with…203 options.”

“Some inconvenient ones,” she answers. “Bones that take the longest to heal. Nothing too crazy, though. Don’t want him getting any sympathy.”

“Anything for you, Kyra.”

The vile human is a delightful heap of wounds and breaks by the time I’m done with him.

I take out my gun, pressing it right up against his swelling eye socket. “Touch her, speak of her, again, and I’ll break you worse. Then I’ll take a page out of my girl’s book and shoot you in some incredibly inconvenient places, let you enjoy that for a few hours before putting a bullet right…here,” I say, digging the barrel into his flesh, earning a garbled moan in response.

I fish a card out of my pocket and tuck it into his pants.

“That’s a veterinarian for you. He’ll patch you up.” I pat his shoulder, straightening to my full height. “I wouldn’t suggest going to a hospital. And the police would be especially stupid. My network is larger and more powerful than your buddies from the fucking country club. So, trust me, you don’t want to make that mistake because I won’t have to hunt you down. They’ll deliver you to me on a fucking silver platter,” I spit.

I take Kyra’s hand and walk her back to the car, helping her in.

My mind eventually settles ten minutes into the drive, comforted by the thought I’ve protected what’s mine.

“I want you to take my virginity.”

I jerk my head at Kyra, spotting the specks of her ex’s blood staining her clothes.

“Excuse me?” I all but shout, trying to keep my eyes on the road. I can’t have heard that right.

“And I want you to do it at Verus,” she adds casually.

“What!” I swerve, and a loud honk sounds from behind us before I maneuver back into our lane. I take a calming breath. “If I was even considering it,” I start, pretending I haven’t thought about being inside her a million times. “Why there? You’d be sharing that incredibly intimate experience with a room full of people.”

I tense when her hand finds my thigh, relaxing as she swipes her thumb back and forth over my slacks. “It wouldn’t be our first time in front of them, just your first time touching me, stripping me, and fucking me.”

It’s cruel that those innocent lips can say such filthy words.

I shake my head. “Regardless of where it happens, not a soul is seeing that cunt.”

She laughs lightly, and I turn to her with a raised brow as we stop at a red light. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Her hand stills on my thigh. “I’ve never felt safe and accepted like I have with you, in that room. It’s thrilling, and freeing, and a haven for me to experience my darkest fantasies. Ones I only picture with you. It’s where I found myself. And Verus is as much yours as it’s become mine.”

Kyra eyes implore me as her hand lifts to my cheek. “I want it to be there, and I want you to be my first, Leo.”

There’s no doubting her meaning, now. Fuck.

I’ll be her first, but she better be prepared for me to be her last.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PLAY WITH FIRE – SAM TINNESZ FEAT. YACHT MONEY

Kyra

“I need your words here, Kyra, before we go out there.” I pause with a hand on the curtain. “There’s no turning back. Are you sure about this?”

“You first,” I say, running my fingers through the thick velvet in front of me.

He reaches for my outstretched wrist and the viper tattoo on the back of his palm encircles my flesh. His free hand finds my waist and he steps into me, forcing me back against the wall.

“That’s not how this works, little girl.” Leo brings my hand up, wrapping my arm around his neck, and let’s go to brace his forearm next to my head. He leans in and squeezes my hip. “You know that.”

“I’m not talking about consent.”

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