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As long as I had this beautiful woman in my life. I didn’t need anything else. I was a beast, and this woman loved me with her whole heart.

KENNEDY

PEERING OUT THE BEDROOM window, a smile crept over my lips. The lush grounds this afternoon brought a sense of calm over me. I was finally free. No more vile remarks could fall past my half-sisters’ lips. Dad couldn’t order me to close a new drug deal or kill for him. The magnitude of this moment was great, refreshing, and satisfying.

Kennedy is her own person.Franco’s words brought a smile to my face.

The iron robots Dad and Uncle Anson turned us into could now flourish. Become human again and follow our dreams. Soon, I’d graduate with my undergraduate degree. Instead of opening the accounting firm like I dreamed, I’d focus on putting my education to good use. I’d ensure the Carter Empire had legitimate businesses. We’d still control much of the drug trade, but on paper we’d have a solid foundation for our future.

The power I held in the palm of my hand was endless. Together, Franco and I were two of the richest people in the world.

“Wow,” I muttered.

No one could fuck with us. If they came for our territory, we’d end them. A devilish smile rose on my lips.

The horned devil sat on my shoulder sipping wine. “I’m so happy you're back. I look forward to killing more of our enemies at Franco’s side.”

What could I say? My inner darkness was fucked up.

Rough, calloused hands caressed my shoulders from behind. “How are you feeling?” Franco asked, trailing kisses along my neck. His brown hair came into view. My fingers instinctively slipped through his silky strands. The smell of his vanilla, musk cologne hit my core. Wetness pooled between my legs as the length of his cock pressed against my spine through his dark gray sweatpants. I asked Franco to wear only a pair of sweatpants because I loved the way his hard cock looked in them. He didn’t have to wear a shirt either. I loved when he walked around the house shirtless.

“Stronger,” I stated with confidence.

His hand curled around my waist, dipping into the opening at the bottom of his white dress shirt that I wore. After our shower, I wanted to feel close to my husband, so I walked into our closet and slipped on one of his crisp white dress shirts. I buttoned the shirt down to my navel, leaving the lower buttons undone.

“You look sexy in my dress shirt, Kennedy.”

I chuckled. “Thank you. I feel sexy, Franco.”

My hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of my head. Loose damp tendrils swept along my neck. Franco’s lips and hands on my body drove me insane. I loved being consumed by him. I felt his heartbeat against my back. Did I make him nervous? My head rested on his bare muscled chest and comfort seeped into my soul.

“Did you have fun today?” He breathed into my ear.

My eyes hooded as I removed my fingers from his hair and placed them on top of his, guiding his hand to my pussy.

“Yes, Franco. Today was magnificent.” I turned my head up, meeting his gaze.

“I love the way your beautiful skin smells. The jasmine scented lotion makes my dick harder.” He flashed one of those smiles that made me hornier, if that was possible.

“Fuck me hard, Franco,” I begged.

Worry struck his green eyes. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I want you to hurt me in the most pleasurable way possible.”

He laughed. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

I nodded. “Franco, I am.”

He slipped two fingers into my pussy as his lips crushed mine.

Fuck, this man knew how to please me.

“Franco,” I muttered between kisses.

My lips nipped at his before his tongue slid into my mouth, owning what belonged to him.

Franco broke our kiss. He stared at me with lust filled eyes as he finger fucked me until I could barely stand.

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