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“I prayed, you know?” I whispered.
He made a noise of appreciation against my skin.
“I prayed that you would come for me, and you did. I prayed you would save Lucy, and you did.”
He continued his hot path up to my ear, while the words that had been brewing inside me slipped out.
“When I was thirteen, I prayed my Da would come back, and he never did.”
Ren paused. “He was dead,anima mia.”
Something about his dry humor took the sting out the memory. “Thanks, genius. I know that. I knew it then, too, though it took a while to sink in. After that, I prayed that me and Lucy could be safe and happy again. It took thirteen years for that prayer to come true, but I think it has now.” I threaded my hands through his hair. “Every prayer, every struggling step I took brought me closer to you. I think those childish, desperate prayers were answered.”
Ren had reached the chain of the St. Anthony’s medallion.
“Does that mean you aren’t lost anymore?”
I shook my head slowly. A lazy smile spread over his lips, and he kissed me softly.
“You know, if this conversation is about to turn into denying me the soul you promised, we’re going to have a problem.”
I laughed. Renato De Sanctis, playful? No one would believe it.
“Oh really? How can we fix this dilemma?”
“You’ll have to give me something else in return, it’s only fair.” Renato flexed his hips against me, his cock lying in a hard line up my cleft, and it made me gasp.
I wriggled in his arms, wishing it was inside me instead of just tantalizingly close.
I reached down between us and stroked him through his pants. He grunted, a mutter leaving him at my touch. Having a man like Ren groaning under your touch was a new kind of power I was addicted to wielding.
“What did you have in mind?” I teased, my thoughts already heading into the gutter. I felt no shame in wanting this man. He was my husband. There was nothing wrong with wanting glorious, filthy fucking in general. It was something I was working on believing, one orgasm at a time. Maybe sexual healing was really a thing.
“As the one getting stiffed on the contract, I demand the right to choose the substitute,” Renato murmured in my ear. “Keep your soul. I’ll take your heart.”
That’s already yours.
I paused, overwhelmed for a second by this man. I’d never expected a lot for myself in life. Just surviving and supporting Lucy had been like achieving a goal set down for me by my Da every single day. But there was more to life than just surviving, and it was okay to want more. Tears threatened to fall again. For someone who had rarely cried in a decade, the last month had been intense. I’d cried, laughed, and fumed. I fought and hurt and screamed. I’d felt everything after years of feeling nothing at all.
“Too much?” Ren mused softly.
I’d left him hanging.
I shook my head and twisted to place a light kiss on his lips. “My cup runneth over,” I whispered.
He smiled against my mouth, and then his hand joined mine, and he freed himself, dipping his hips so his length sprang free. He guided it to me. When his hand moved up my thigh, pushing my knee-length skirt up and out of the way, he froze as his fingers met the soft curls on my mound.
“Wife, are you walking around here without panties on? What did I tell you about covering this fucking dream of a body for all eyes but mine?”
I sat forward and gripped his base, slipping it just inside me. He growled softly as I sank down on his length, facing away from him, my feet braced on the floor. He tugged my skirt out of the way so he could watch his cock disappearing inside me.
“You told me there’d be consequences if I broke your little rules,” I reminded him and rolled my hips with him buried deep inside me. “I want to know what they are.”
His hand landed on my lower back and guided me forward.
“You destroy me,” he said thickly, just before his hand landed hard on my ass cheek, sending a curl of delicious heat racing through me.
He matched the other side as I ground myself on his length, enjoying every depraved moment.
