“Fuck me, Sergio.”
“I’m going to kill you Puglisi!” Dorian screamed. “She’s mine!”
Sergio didn’t stop fucking me. He fucked me harder. Deeper. He pushed me closer to the edge while my abusive prick of a husband couldn’t do anything about it. And I fucking loved every minute of it.
Sergio leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Let him listen. Let him break. You’re mine now. Come for me, baby.”
“Fuck…Sergio!” I screamed as my body shook on his command. Heat traveled across my skin, and my pussy clamped around him.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Fuck Seraphina,” he grunted, filling me with his warm release.
I slumped against him, just trying to catch my breath. Sergio held me, but I knew this wasn’t the end of things. Dorian hadn’t suffered enough.
I looked at Sergio and leaned in for a kiss. My tongue traced the outline of his plump lips before I pushed it inside. He groaned, and his dick hardened again. He pulled away from me with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, as he sat me down on my feet.
“I’m not done with my pussy yet.”
I couldn’t stop my smile from growing.
Inside, the air was thick, saturated not only with the smell of Dorian’s blood and piss but also sex. I took the chance and glanced at him. Not only was he hard, but he looked like if he got close enough to me, he’d strangle me after he came. His eyes were wild. His chest heaved as his eyes flicked from me to Sergio, who stood beside me.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t scared of Dorian. I wanted to rub it in his goddamn face how good Sergio was making me feel.
I tilted my head, smiling at him. “You wanted to destroy me,” I said. “But you can’t. I survived Dorian. I survived!”
His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking like a warning. “This isn’t over, Seraphina,” he said. “I’ll be with you until the day you die, sweetheart.”
Then he smiled, and it made my blood run cold.
“Even when I’m rotting in the ground,” Dorian said, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ll still be there. In your scars. In your memories. In the dark corners of your mind where no one else can reach but me. You’ll never be free of me, Seraphina Drakos. Never!”
“And I’ll be the fucking knight that slays every fucking beast until there’s nothing left of you anymore. She’s got me now. You insignificant motherfucker.”
Dorian’s eyes burned into mine, but I didn’t flinch. I wanted him to feel everything I felt at that moment. Anger, hurt, but most of all freedom. Freedom to have a life without him in it.
I grabbed a metal chair that sat against the wall and placed it in front of Dorian. “Sit,” I told Sergio and without hesitation he did.
I straddled Sergio’s lap and sank onto his hardened length but kept my back to Dorian. I wanted no distraction, but I wanted Dorian to experience every whimper, every groan, every moment of ecstasy.
I closed my eyes, letting the last of Dorian’s venom dissolve into silence. No more curses. No more threats. Just the steady, reverent love of Sergio Puglisi. His breath against my skin, his hands all over my body that anchored me to something real. My new reality.
I exhaled, not in fear, but in relief. In freedom. Every touch of Sergio rewrote the story of my body and my mind. Not as a battlefield, or a place to survive, but as a promise to what was coming for me. I wasn’t running anymore. I was finally living again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sergio
The moment the shift happened in Seraphina, I felt it in my soul. It was like an electric current snapping through the air. This wasn’t just about her survival anymore. This was reclaiming who she was before Dorian Drakos. She wasn’t the woman Dorian had broken down and reshaped into what he wanted her to be before stripping her of her voice. She was the woman I’d always known and loved.
“It’s time,” I said, zipping up my pants.
Dorian was seething because we fucked many times in front of him. I couldn’t tell if he was more frustrated because he couldn’t come or pissed that I could have her and she loved every minute of it. However, I was ready to get this shit done. We needed tomove on with our lives and that started with his death. Nothing could move forward until that was done because once I sent his severed head to Vasilas, shit would hit the fan.
She looked up at me with the fury of a woman who had nothing left to lose and everything to gain.
Dorian was bloodied and his breathing ragged. The mask of the power he had over her had long since shattered.
“Sera,” he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of the inevitable. “You don’t have to do this. I love you, my love. I’ll give you everything.”
