Then the tension finally breaks, and I let go.
Darkness takes me.
Chapter 43
Milo
After spending the entire night buried inside my woman, it is nothing short of heaven. This is how I will live for the rest of my life, because Octavia Bellanti is mine.
Now that I finally have all of her, I am never letting go.
And I am not going to insult us both with that tired until death do us part nonsense. Even in death, I would find her. I would haunt her arse if I had to. I would fight my way back to her and make certain we were never torn apart.
I fucked her into unconsciousness, quite literally.
Hours ago, I held her on the edge for as long as I pleased, denied her until she was shaking for it. And when I finally give her permission, it consumed her completely.
The hand at her throat, stealing her breath, may have helped, but the way she clenched around me when my fingers closed there tells me everything I need to know.
She likes it.
Of course. She’s just as broken as I am. That is why she’s perfect for me.
She has known pain no one ever should. This world shaped it into her too young. And yet it also forged her into something stronger than anyone I know.
She sleeps for hours afterward, completely spent, and I stay buried inside her, unwilling to let go until sleep drags me under as well.
When she stirs briefly, my body wakes with hers, hard and demanding… I take her twice more before exhaustion claims us again.
Eventually, reality intrudes. There are things I need to deal with. Problems that will not wait. Leaving her in bed is the part I hate.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand. Five in the morning.
I slip away quietly, hoping, that I can handle whatever is waiting for me and return before she even wakes.
***
I park my car at the port while the world is still dark. Winter stretches the night endlessly, the morning still hours away.
A familiar figure stands near another car, his cigarette glowing in the dark.
I step out and smirk.
The car door closes behind me.
His eyes snap to mine instantly. His hand moves to his holster on instinct, then he recognises me and stills, easing only slightly.
I walk towards him without a word. He starts to nod in greeting, but he doesn’t get the chance to finish it.
My fist connects with his jaw.
“Cazzo,” he snarls, his head snapping to the side as he stumbles back a step. “What the hell is your problem now?”
He spits blood as he wipes his mouth. His hands clench and unclench, weighing his options.
I smirk.
I go for him again. This time he sidesteps and drives his elbow into my stomach. I grunt but keep moving, hook my arm around his neck, and haul him in.
