"Oh. Oh. Oh," she exclaimed, her body jolting once more as I introduced a third finger and pressed the tip of my thumb against her puckered opening. It crossed my mind that she had actually worn her plug. Was it a sign of hope to see me again, or was it a gesture of respect? The thought intrigued me, causing a series of low growls to escape my throat as I lavished attention on her sensitive clit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by every reaction and tremor that coursed through her body. Increasing the intensity, I quickened my pace, my movements more forceful, deliberately curling my fingers to target her G-spot. Her response was immediate, a cry replacing her earlier soft sounds. My God, she was driving me to the brink of madness, my throbbing cock reaching its limits. Did she realize the effect she had on me? Did she comprehend that it was I who was losing control? Sensing her shallow breaths, I slowed my actions, relishing in a deliberate and unhurried rhythm of

I lifted her chin and glanced anxiously around. "Emily, I care about you more than anyone else in my entire life. I will find a way to..." Oh no. How could I make a promise I wasn't sure I could keep? "...to make my life normal so that we can pretend you're not a merciless killer? I can't be that kind of woman, Rafael. I can't live in your world. You have to understand that. I'm sorry. I know we had an agreement, but I just..." "I know that what we have is more than most, the passion is incredible. And I know that I've allowed the woman inside me to feel free for the first time. Is that enough? Only you know the truth. We can't determine what the future holds right now." "You're right," she whispered. "Maybe I was hoping to recreate the fantasy from four years ago, but that's impossible." I expected her to pull away, but instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and in that moment, the darkness within me seemed to fade away, leaving only a deep yearning. I pulled her close, rev

Despite my impatience, I was willing to wait for this hunt. Minutes ticked by—five, then ten—without any signs of movement. And then, a sudden snap of a twig shattered the silence. Reacting swiftly, I shifted onto one knee, aligning my sight with the cabin. It didn't surprise me that the lone assailant had cautiously made his way forward, staying hidden within the forest for as long as possible. As soon as he emerged from the trees, I took aim. Just as I was about to pull the trigger on my Glock, a second shot rang out from inside the house, followed by a loud crash. A primal growl surged up within me, expelling the air from my lungs. I threw my head back and let out a roar, sprinting towards the front of the house. Within a split second, the single bullet found its mark between the attacker's eyes, instantly ending his life. I swiftly swooped down, grabbing his assault rifle before kicking open the front door. Inside, Dante was engaged in a fierce struggle with the second assailant.

EMILY Deception.Concealment.Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep. A shudder coursed through me at the mere thought of it. The way Rafael had looked at me when he handed me over to Dante was etched in my memory, an expression that hinted at an imminent all-out war. It was as if he knew I was keeping something from him, as if he sensed my concealed vulnerability. Although my decision to leave Rafael had been the right one, it didn't mean I couldn't assist him in every possible way. I hadn't intended to keep secrets from him, yet it seemed inevitable. I could already imagine him labeling them as lies. How could I

He raised an eyebrow and walked over to a cabinet, retrieving two glasses. As he reached for a bottle of bourbon, I felt a surge of anger. He believed he could control me, that much was evident. "Your father is a close friend of mine, but I couldn't risk informing him. He's not a good actor, and I couldn't be certain he wasn't involved with that damn murderer who killed my son. Your death had to appear real. When you disappeared, I truly had no way of knowing if you were still alive." The man trembled like a leaf. "Or whether the monster, Axel Movino, would hunt me down and kill me for witnessing the murder of your son, all because of something you did?" I shocked him again, his hand trembling. William seemed to regain his composure, pouring two glasses and approaching me. When I declined his offer, he simply placed them on the counter. "I'm not working for Axel Movino. I have no idea who gave you that idea." "You know exactly who suggested it. Maybe both you and my father were in o