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418 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 4, 2026
“Gracias,” she moaned.
I wasn’t sure if she was thanking me for the attention or for letting the fucker live. My thoughts jumbled. I couldn’t think with this woman in my hands. The doubt annoyed me too. “Too bad you lucked out.”
“I didn’t luck out.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “Got myself a dream husband, too.”
“Yeah?” I liked that a little too much.
She nodded.
I groped her breasts. “I’m jealous as fuck.”
“You do you.”
“Control freak.”
“Really? I wouldn’t have noticed.”
I nipped at her sneaky grin. “Don’t do feelings.”
“You do it for me, though. So love.”
“I love you.” I didn’t know why my voice went all rough. I still couldn’t believe she was finally mine.
Her hands curled around my neck. “I love you more.”
I scoffed. “I’ll win that game anytime.”
“No, you won’t—”
I silenced her with my finger on her lips. “This is one game you’ll never win, stella mia. I’ll always, always love you more.”
“I wanted to suck those furious Spanish words spilling from her thick lips. Deep chocolate curls danced around her head wildly, and her face was a picture of agitation as she brushed them away furiously. My hands itched to tangle those coils in my fist. Rip those pom-poms apart and bury my cock in her pussy.”
“Well, I’m keeping you,” I told him.
He cocked a thick eyebrow.
“You’re far too useful.”
“I bet,” he replied dryly, but I could tell that had pleased him.
“So, what about the third man? Can I kill him?”
He groaned.
I stared at him. “You killed him, didn’t you?”
He looked at me and smiled. There was so much evil behind it the devil would run and hide. “Can I wrap it as a wedding gift?”
“Who was he?”
He sighed. “My uncle.”
He’d killed his own father. His uncle. For Papá? For me?
I sat up. “How many men have you killed in my name?”
He tucked a loose curl behind my ear. “Oh, stella mia, there’s not enough wrapping paper in the world to wrap that shit up.”
He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. His grip was soft. His gaze was possessive. “Oh, stella mia, we’re talking millimeters, not fucking inches.”
I stared at him. “Did you take a ruler and measure?”
He gave me a wicked smile and said, “Nine-nine-seven-four-seven-e.”