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I’m not letting her go. Not fucking ever.
And she’s here, alive, with me, fucking me, and while she hasn’t said it, I know Mia is in love with me.
But my family is gone.
Nothing can change that. Nothing will bring them back.
If I let her go, what will that achieve?
That’s not to say I won’t destroy Joe Mancini if he’s the one, but for Mia, to have her and love her for the rest of my life...Perhaps I can spare her father’s life.
After all, I have taken the asshole’s daughter instead.
“Fuck my cock, Mia,” I growl, taking her hips. “That’s it.”
“Oh God, oh God,” she cries.
“Come for me again, like a good fucking girl,” I say, my own orgasm teasing.
Then I feel her rubbing her clit, and I’m gone.
“Yes, motherfucking, yes, fuck!” I cry.
Mia collapses, and when I catch my breath, I pull her off my cock, lift her into my arms, and climb out of the hot tub.
We shower, just staring at each other, kissing and saying nothing. Then I turn the water off and wrap a towel around her.
She pads out of the bathroom, and I lean my hands on the bench, looking at myself in the mirror.
I was nine when I saw my family slaughtered. Now, at thirty-three years of age, after all this time seeking revenge, can I really promise Mia I won’t kill her father?
If I prove his guilt?
Will the Dark Kings respect my decision after committing six years of their lives, despite their own motivations, to this cause?
I brush my teeth, shave, then slap some moisturizer on my face before walking out into the bedroom.
“Mia?”
My heart tightens in my chest.
Fuck.
