I called you in."
Laughter broke free from my chest as I buried my face in her neck and pounded myself inside her so hard that she forgot her sass for a few minutes.
That she forgot everything but me long enough to chase her own orgasm. Her left hand stretched up to grab mine, our matching wedding band tattoos stark against our skin in black ink. Her unique onyx wedding rings hung from a chain at her neck, always with her, even during the times when she couldn't wear them on her fingers.
Sliding my other hand underneath her left shoulder to hold her steady as I increased the force of my thrusts, my fingers brushed over the small round scar.
The sign of her bravery. Of her selflessness for those she loved.
I flooded her with my heat, sending her tumbling into her own orgasm in turn. She cried out my name as I groaned, stilling my body above hers as we caught our breath.
"Love you, Lorenzo," she murmured.
Six months later, and it still filled me with complete fullness to hear her form the words that had been hard fought to earn. We weren’t perfect. We had jagged little edges that cut each other sometimes. Her insecurities. My sleeping habits.
But they were getting better slowly. I went to bed with her in my arms every night. I woke up with her in my arms every morning. Sometimes, I woke up on the floor, after she handed my monster his ass.
She was mine. I was hers.
Ride or die.
And nobody would ever change that.
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Scarred Regrets Sneak Peek
Scar
Six Months Earlier
I'd lived through hell. I thought I'd seen the worst life offered in my years on the streets, but watching her twine her hips against another man's was a new brand of torture. The sparkling violet fabric of her mini dress shimmered in the neon lights as her eyes landed on mine.
Watching me. Testing me.
Everything she did was a show and a push, but Irina didn't understand that I'd never be able to give her what she wanted.
Hands trailed over her hips, clutching her tightly in a grasp that hinted at all the desperation she brought out in men. A tantalizing taste of the kinds of pleasures we didn't deserve. Of her flawless light brown skin that she inherited from her Greek mother. Of the vibrant light green eyes that contrasted her dark hair and medium skin in an almost feline fashion.
My jaw clenched as my finger itched for my gun. He may not have deserved her.
But neither did I.
She spun to face her dance partner, a lean and well-dressed businessman who wanted to stain her with his filth. His hands slid around the back of her hips, fingers precariously close to her ass as Irina did a body roll and touched her body to his. Tossing her hair back and glancing over my way, I watched a teasing smirk cross her face as she shook it out and turned her attention back to him.
She stumbled in her heels, far too drunk to be dancing like she didn't give a shit about the consequences. The guy steadied her against his body as her face transformed with a giggle I couldn't hear.
I knew the sound by heart. Had it branded on my very being. It should have been for me.
His hands slipped down further, caressing her ass through the fabric of her dress. I watched his eyes light with something greedy when she didn't adjust them and saw the exact moment he realized she was drunk enough to make a mistake and go home with him for the night.
He leaned down to say something in her ear, and her body stilled for just a moment. Her eyes glanced over my way briefly, shaking it off a few seconds later. She nodded her head hesitantly, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip she'd painted the color of blood. He stepped back from her,