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Our bodies yank at one another, working toward the same goal and she makes my black blood sing, finally it buzzes through my veins instead of frosting, her mouth, breasts and slit all working together to make me rabid. “Stop moving like that,” I growl when she snaps and twists her hips.
“But I feel delicious!” she moans. “And I need you so much.”
“Then you’re going to have all of me,” I warn but she just gasps, nodding her lovely face as if she can take anything I give her. When she jerks her hips again, I let out a snarl and drive into her, my mind blanking, my need for her the only the only thing keeping me sane and I’m rough in my claiming. The fucking’s cataclysmic and she stirs up a ferocious storm in me that wants to wreck and leave nothing untouched. She spirals on top of me, her whole body arching for relief and she meets my rhythm with a frantic perfection that causes tears to burn behind my eyes.
“All this time you were being fucked by a mobster and you didn’t even know it, but you still enjoyed it.” I thrust mercilessly. “You like having mob cock up in your pussy, moon baby?”
“I l...love it,” she pants and gasps, her skin flushing and sweat drips down her thighs and I keep her hooked, piercing her down on me in rapid, desperate bursts and when she comes it nearly rips my heart out. She screams my name and I swallow it in a kiss, ejaculating and she falls on top of me the way a doll falls into her maker’s arms, before snuggling against me. Her breaths can’t keep up, not after a long time and then she finally eases.
Taking my hand, she lifts it to her face. “Such violent hands,” she whimpers with a sigh, “and yet they touch me so gently.”
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She wants what I want, for the two of us to be together despite what she witnessed. The look in her eyes isn’t appalled or rejecting but affectionate and her hands squeeze around my biceps, as if she needs to remind herself that underneath it all I’m the same old Derex. For her I won’t be viciousness personified but a man that makes her feel watched over. She can feel the love I have for her and it’s stronger than any doubts. Biting her lip, she takes in my body and her eyes now understand the meaning of the runes and I feel pride when she touches them without any judgment, just fascination.
It’s possible I could’ve told her the truth from the beginning but I don’t know what I would’ve done if she’d turned her back on me. I never want to watch her walk away from me and I want us side by side, with her light bright enough to illuminate our path for the both of us. “I like how strong you are,” she whispers, her lashes fluttering. “I guess you have to be when you have a tender heart such as yours.”
“Tender only for you,” I whisper and she slides her fingers down my torso and meets my gaze with fierce urgency.
“Was the story about the scar true?”
I nod in all sincerity and she beams up at me. I grin back, burying my face in her throat and her pulse races when she whispers, “This is happiness.” Then she twitches a little as if remembering something. “Oh no, Derex there’s still a dead guy in your office and yet we just barged in here and made love while he...,” she turns white in the face, “What is wrong with us?”
“Nothing,” I chuckle, clasping her cheeks. “Welcome to the mob life. And don’t worry about the office, I’ll clean it up.”
She obediently lowers her lids. “You need me to h...help?”
“Fuck no,” I blurt, repulsed by the thought of her getting her hands dirty but then I tense and look down at her. “You would do that for me?”
She bites her lip. “I’d do anything if you needed me to.” Her cheeks turn a pink shade. “It’s what true love does to you.”
Growling how much I love her back, I make her moan as I kiss her and pour all my affection out on her and our bed is a bed of roses and thorns where we bloom and burst, our bond falling over us as frail petals, not even someone like me could break. It’s too delicate and valuable, too precious and no matter how rough my hands are they will always treat this love with the utmost care.
Epilogue
Derex-Five months later
The crowd’s thick as I get on the metro, the underground swooshing by outside the window and I raise my head, searching for her. She sits in the same spot she sat when we first met, with a chiffon scarf wrapped around her throat and an apprehensive look in her eyes because she knows I like when she plays it up. I make my way through the throng and they press as close to the sides as they can to get away from me.
A man sits opposite Luna but runs the other way when he sees me coming and Luna struggles against her sniggers. Pouncing down on the seat, I put my hands on my knees and she’s looking everywhere just not at me. I try to get her attention but she firmly keeps it to herself, stingy with what’s mine and I’m going to probe it out of her later.
“Name?” I ask and her eyes flash to me and I fall in love with her all over again. She gives me her name and then she asks me what I do for a living. I give her the same answer I gave her back then and she laughs, because she understands the truth now.
Tonight we’re heading to a secret destination, more specifically the compound. Luna doesn’t know where we’re going yet but she will properly be introduced to the life as all mob wives are. A smile crosses her lips when we keep staring at each other and unable to hold back anymore I reach out, snatching her to me.
The passengers horrified gasps make me grit my teeth but Luna’s amused and we both know what they’re thinking. They’re thinking that a man like me will hurt a girl like her and she presses her lips against mine to show them they have nothing to worry about. “Ignore them,” she whispers, playing with the buttons on my shirt. “They’re just judgmental.”
“You were too when we first met,” I remind her and she laughs.
“And I was right!” Biting her lip, she strokes my face with her knuckles and adds, “Well sort of. You don’t hurt good people, I know that now.”
I know better than to correct her. She’s not completely right, though. If a man, good or bad ever came onto her then his morals wouldn’t matter. Good or bad, they all deserve to die if they as much as look at Luna in a way I don’t like.
“So, where exactly are we going...,” she begins, glancing at me when there’s a scream somewhere in the back and she tenses in my arms. “What is that?”
We both look and I notice a guy with ginger hair, sitting in his seat with terrified eyes staring up at four other guys wearing baseball jackets. Luna gulps, clutching me to her and I can’t have her nervous. There’s enough experience in me to know what’s going on isn’t that serious but I don’t want Luna arriving at the compound trembling. Rising, I look down at her when she clutches my hand.
“Are you out of your mind? Sit back down, now.”
