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It helps that I get to trace my finger marks on her flesh. These irregular hickeys and bite marks are fast becoming my favorite creation.
Mia remains still and watches me with eyes that resemble half-crushed, barely surviving wildflowers at the edge of volcanic lava.
It’s definitely not because of the sex, considering the smidge of lust still shining through them.
“What were you dreaming about just now?” I ask as I finish cleaning the space between her legs, then wipe her stomach.
“Nothing.”
“You were crying and gasping.”
“Nothing,” she signs the word with more attitude this time.
“A long time ago.” I take extra care in cleaning the rim of her belly button. “Bran came into my room without light in his eyes, and when I asked him what had happened, he also said nothing. And yet he hasn’t been the same since. So I have deep trust issues with the wordnothing.”
She swallows and hangs her head. I can tell she’s close to breaking, and all I have to do is push a bit further.
My voice softens. “Is it related to whoever took your voice?”
Mia nods once.
That’s a good start.
“Is he still alive?”
Another nod.
So it’s ahe.
“Did your parents make him live as a cripple?”
She shakes her head and then signs, “No one knows who or where he is.”
Not even her mafia parents.
This must be why she’s often looking over her shoulder and only sleeps when there’s a light on.
Someone stole not only her voice—her beautiful, melodic voice—but also her peace of mind.
Someone who took the major risk of attacking a mafia princess, not caring about the consequences, is of a different caliber.
“Not even you?”
Her eyes, the color of sheer determination, meet mine, looking a bit lost. “What do you mean?”
“You said no one knows where he is, which makes sense, but what about who he is? You’ve seen him, no?”
The air crackles with tension so thick, I could possibly cut through it with a knife. All color drains from Mia’s face and a tremor twitches her parted lips as she shakes her head frantically.
Interesting.
“But I will find him,” she signs after she partially recovers. “Either I get my voice back or I die.”
I push a tangle of blonde hair and blue ribbons from her face. Mia stares up at me with a struck expression, her plump lips parting and begging for my cock between them.
But that’s a thought for another day.
“Complete nonsense. The only ultimatum is that you’ll get your voice backandkill him. I can make it happen. All you have to do is ask.”
