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“Tanner… he’s our tech guy… he made it so that no other numbers can get through. I keep it charged every day. I always have.”
I still don’t understand. “Why would you do that?”
“I’ve held onto this phone everyday for fifteen fucking years, Ava. Willing it to ring. Hoping it would. Then, when it finally did, I took it as a sign that my penance was done. You would finally be mine, and if I had to sin again to keep you, I would. Because I’m a Sinner—”
Dropping my phone somewhere behind me, I nip at his lip, swallowing the moan that replaces what he was going to say next when I kiss him. Pulling away, smiling down at him, I say, “You’re not just a Sinner, baby. You’re my husband.”
“And you’re mine,” he rumbles, rolling his hips up, making me ride him like he’s my favorite roller coaster.
As I come down from it, my eyes land on the tattoo on his chest that I revealed when I opened the top part of his shirt.
“You know… now that we’re being all honest and open with each other—”
He drops his hand, flicking my clit with a devilish smirk. “I definitely have you open right now, my wife.”
I shudder out a breath. He’s the one who told me not to distract him before, and what is Link doing now? The same thing to me.
Point. I had a point.
What was it?
Ah.
“It’s something else I’ve been thinking about lately. About how I have your mark on me,” I remind him. “Two actually. So, tell me, husband: when are you going to have Cross put me on you? Or is that going to be after our second wedding?”
I thought he’d take my tease as light-hearted as I mean it. If anything, he has an excuse to tell me about the wedding he’s kept secret from me for all these weeks.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he blinks, almost stunned. “Don’t you know?”
“Know what?”
Link taps his chest, using his pointer finger to underline the scriptedthe lifedrawn over the center of the cross on his left side.
“Ava, love, you were the reason for the first tat I ever got.”
“Huh?” I was.
“I couldn’t risk writing your name on my heart. Heading the syndicate… I built it up so that, one day, I could use it to protect you. But until I could, I never wanted anyone else to come after my heart. Writing‘Ava’ over my heart might’ve put you at risk. So, instead, I wrote this.”
He pats the scripted part of his tattoo again.
“I looked up what your name meant on the internet,” he admits, almost shyly. Thirty-five, a hardened killer, and he’s almost blushing in the interior light of his fancy car “Had to go to the library to do it, but the website I found said Ava meant ‘the life’. And that’s what you are: my life. You always have been, even when I wasn’t a part of yours.”
But he is now, all because I called his personal line and he came to rescue me. Then, when he did, he took the opportunity to blackmail me into becoming his wife.
Which I did. It was a deal with the Devil, but I definitely came out on top.
And, as I wrap my arms around his neck again, pressing my lips to the tattoo over his heart as his stiff cock stays buried to the hilt inside of me, I mean that literally.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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