“If you say so, Jefe,” I tease.
“But I’m done being the Warden,” he says with sincerity. “It hasn’t been fun for a long damn time…”
I nod. “I know.”
“I gladly give this up… and fly free with you, my Angel,” he whispers. “If you’ll have me.”
“Dios, that sounds like a fucking nightmare,” I groan, only partially teasing.
But he grins, growling and dropping his mouth to brush mine. “Can I tell you the truth now?”
“Please do…”
“I love you, Angel Alvarez,” he breathes the words onto my quivering lips, and I’m just… weightless.
It’s scary. He’s just such a stark raving asshole, hot and cold, possessive and jealous and mentally fucking unhinged. But I’ve been attracted to it for most of my life. I can’t help it… I’m broken because he broke me.
But he also put me back together.
More importantly, he’s one of a kind. There’s a sweet, cherishing, doting side to The Ivory that nobody really sees… except me.
That’sthe man I was always afraid to hope for.
I guess I got him. All it took was for his Alabaster kingdom to crumble.
“I love you,” he says again, trying out the words, like something delicious he always told himself he wouldn’t like. And how he’s addicted.
“I knew it,” I chuckle into his soft kisses.
“Is this really what you want?” He holds my face and my neck, pulling back to shine that perfectly innocent new love down at me. “You know historically I have a reputation for not knowing a damn thing about how to love someone…”
“Yea. That’s true,” I sigh. “But the difference is that I love you too. And not only do I know how to handle your loco side…”
“That’s both sides,” he snickers.
“Even better,” I hum. “Butalso… I know how to love you. Because honestly… I think I’ve been doing it for longer than I’ve been hating you.”
He’s pursing down an enchanted smirk that’s way too adorable to be coming from someone like him. “Have you now…?”
“Unfortunately,” I grin. “They weren’t kidding. That line between love and hate really is thin as fuck.”
He laughs again. I want to keep it…
Him, just like this.Forever.
“Do you still…hateme, pajarito?” He beams, holding my eyes with the same fierce, treasuring need that he holds the rest of me.
My body, my heart, my soul… All of it.
It all belongs to this devilish man.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Do you love me… Angel?” He blinks down at me.
And I nod. “Si… Tienes mi corazón, Diablo.”
“Yo también,” he whispers. “Eres mi reino, mi imperio… Mi todo.”
