Sinful Empire (The Anti-Heroes Collection Book 3)

vibrations ripping through her body from the toy in her pussy. “I’m going to come.”

“Not until I’m buried deep inside that ass I own. My woman. My wife. My love.”

A tender expression flashes across her face. “You don’t play fair.”

“I never have. I never will. Not when it comes to you. Now, tell me what I want to hear.” I move my fingers in and out, and her muscles clench.

“I love you.”

“And?”

This ring doesn’t come off your finger again,” I tell her as I slip it back on where it belongs.

Her eyes light up at the sight of it before meeting mine and going hard. “They’ll have to pry it off my cold, dead hand.”

“Don’t you fucking say that. I almost broke in that hospital waiting room, thinking I lost you. And I don’t ever want to feel that way again either.”

She swallows, threatening tears turning her green eyes shiny again as she leans into me. “Kiss me, and we have a deal.”

The pain of that memory washes away with the touch of her lips on mine.

may as well change my name to Keira, because all I’ve done for the last ten minutes is pace the living room of our suite. I tried to work, but my concentration was blown knowing she’s on her way home.

Home.

I’ve never called these rooms by that name, but with her here, everything shifted.

The lock on the outer door disengages and she steps through the threshold, her wild red hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, tendrils hanging loose around her face. V nods at me from behind her and closes the door as soon as she’s all the way inside.

My wife.

My lover.

My love.