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be of service, contact me.”

I beam manically, tickled at getting my way, with Ismerlda along for the ride and not having a say in any of it. I shouldn’t get off on her torment already, yet I do. I have no doubt the fiery woman will give me her own version of hell, but in this she has no room to argue. Leaning in, I subtly murmur for her ears alone. “Take care of that lovely wet cunt, darling. I’ll be in it soon enough in my bed, and I won’t have anyone’s leftovers.”

She glowers, releasing an angry hiss. “Fuck off, Brit boy.”

“Ismerlda Castelano!” her father admonishes, face draining of color. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing. You act as if I’m an insolent child. I’m a grown woman that can speak for herself.”

I chuckle and take my leave, overhearing him speak to her in rapid Italian. I have a feeling he’s not as amused as I am at the moment. Strolling towards Thaddaeus, I can’t help but have a bit of pep in my step. There’s no doubt about it in my mind, I’m going to have fun with Ismerlda. Even if she fights me along the way, I’ll enjoy it, especially when I finally sink my throbbing cock in her. I wasn’t lying earlier when I warned her; I meant every word. Her pussy belongs to me now. I won’t tolerate anyone fucking my soon-to-be wife. I’ll gladly kill them and be done with the problem.

If Ismerlda’s not careful enough, she’ll end up six feet under too.

Damaged people are dangerous. They

know how to make hell feel like home.

– Unknown

“Left side of the closet. My things are on the right,” I order the movers busily transferring Ismerlda’s belongings into my flat. I got this place when Grace and Thaddaeus tied the knot, though it’s still a bit empty for being here so long. I couldn’t be cooped up at his place around them all the time, regardless of it being a mansion or not. If I had to run into Grace around every corner clad in a white T-shirt and no bra, I was seriously going to go a bit mental over her. The daft woman had no sense of self-preservation, especially being surrounded by wolves.

“I can’t believe I let my father talk me into this,” Ismerlda huffs as she braces her hands on her voluptuous hips. I’ve been keen on thin women in the past, but there’s just something about her body that’s thick in all the right places. The bit of pasta she eats does her body more than good, I certainly won’t be complaining having something enticing to hold on to. I can already imagine grabbing on to that luscious arse of hers while she rides my long cock.

“Mm,” I groan to myself, reminiscing of when I had my fingers deep between her swollen pussy lips. Bloody hell, she’s going to be the end of me if I don’t slide between those thighs soon enough. I’ve transformed into a horny teen all over again. This simply won’t do.

“Max!” she calls my name with a bit too much force. Obviously, I was off in my head and not paying her any mind. Who knows what she’s said that I’ve missed. Women are finicky, and she’s no different in that sense, I can see as much quite clearly.

“Yes, darling?”

“I’ll take the other room. I have too many clothes for your closet. This is already awkward enough.”

“Nonsense. This is nonnegotiable. I’ve already spoken to your father about us sharing a room. In my lifestyle, it’s not exactly safe for you to be sleeping away from me. I don’t want to pull a knife on you in the middle of the night if you creep through the flat.”

“I’m perfectly fine. I’m not scared. I grew up in this life, in case you’ve forgotten. I’ve had security for as long as I can remember. This apartment won’t be anything different than what I’ve already lived with.”

Releasing a snort, I snatch her wrist and tug her after me. “Bullshit, lovey. I kill men regularly. They anger me and they die. Your father is a small fish when it comes to shitting on the wrong fellas. As for your clothes, there’s another door that leads into the larger wardrobe. I had the middle room fully converted into a custom wardrobe, as I enjoy a variety of selection myself. The small one is merely my suits that’ve recently been dry cleaned and dropped off. I’ve fucked