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Unable to stand one more sensation, I shut my eyes tight.

"Look at me." His voice is sharp, commanding. "I want ya looking at me when ya fall apart."

I shake my head. "I can't."

He lines his erection up with my weeping core, kissing my opening with the leaking tip. "If ya want this in you, ya will. Now, mo chiste is a stór! Let me see into your soul."

I force my eyes open and meet his relentless gaze.

He reaches down and rubs circles over my clit and then pinches it, tugging until the sensation borders on pain. "Come for me."

My orgasm tears through me like lightning, frying my nerve endings, tightening every single muscle in the rictus of pleasure.

The cataclysm isn't enough though. I'm empty and I need him inside me.

"Michael!" I scream. "Please."

"Say it," he demands, his tone dark, demanding the words he knows I know he wants.

"Yours," I groan. "Always yours."

He thrusts into me in one brutal stroke, filling me so completely I sob. My inner walls are so swollen with pleasure, the stretch burns and I don't care.

His rhythm is hard and ruthless now, each stroke shoving me deeper into the mattress. There's nothing slow and gentle about this. It's stark, harsh domination.

"That's it. Look at those baps jiggle, your nipples so hard and tight." The words are as dirty and relentless as his thrusts, but tenderness underlays the hunger in my sociopath's eyes.

And when he cups my shaking breasts, the thumbs that glide over my nipples give only pleasure. "These baps are mine. You’re mine. Always mine. I’ll never let ya go."

He proved that six years ago and every day since.

"Yes." Always his. "Never let me go."

Ecstasy builds again, sharp and fast, until it bursts, tearing another climax from me. I scream, back arched, wrists straining, body convulsing around him. Mick snarls my name and follows me down, driving deep one last time as he spills inside me.

When he collapses against me, I’m still bound, but it's the titanium chain connecting his soul to mine that binds me in a way leather never could.

Chapter ten

Strategizing in the Shower

MICK

Kara's beautiful body on display under the falling water in our morning shower is the perfect way to start the day.

But instead of letting me act on that perfection, she's bent on talking. "I think you should ask your brother to foster Kenny Jr."

"I was thinking boarding school." The one my nephews attend would be a good option though.

It's the same one my brothers attended from age eleven. The one I would have if I had not been tutored at home.

"Which could be part of the fostering placement, but those boys need to be taught our code from adults who believe in it."

And their parents deserve to share in their punishment. As they would if the civil authorities were allowed to charge them.

Fostering isn't usually considered a punishment though. It's an age-old tradition in the mob to send our sons to live with ally mobs to train and learn. If the fostering parents are given legal authority over the boys, that would change the dynamic of the situation though.

"You think my brother is a good candidate to do that?" I squirt Kara's favorite bodywash into my palm and build up a lather.