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That’s all it takes. His words are the catalyst that sends me spiraling over the edge. My climax crashes over me, my entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of it. As I scream his name, my nails dig into the mirror’s frame, gripping on to anything I can find for support.
“So beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, his voice laced with pride and ownership.
“Only for you,” I pant, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. And even as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me, I know that no matter what darkness lies ahead, we’ll face it together—bound by our love and the undeniable power we hold over one another.
My body still trembles from my release, and I watch our reflection in the mirror—Nicoli’s imposing figure pressing into me from behind, every muscle roped, skin glistening from exertion. His eyes are filled with lustful desire as he drives his cock deeper inside me, the intensity of his thrusts echoing through the room.
He’s consumed. Possessed. Completely powerless against his primal need for release.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growls, his voice strained with need. “You feel so goddamn good.”
“I need you to come for me,” I murmur. “I need to feel your release inside me.”
His hands grip my hips tighter, seemingly driven wild by my words, and I fucking love it. I love how his face darkens as lust consumes him.
“Jesus, baby. Say that again,” he demands, his breath hot on my neck.
“I need it,” I moan. “Give me your cum, Nicoli.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, his thrusts becoming more powerful and deliberate. “I’m gonna give you every last drop.” He roars, and as he slams into me one final time, I feel him stiffen, the force of his release filling me in a way that leaves no doubt of his possession. His guttural cry of pleasure fills the room, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’ve given him what he craves just as much as I do.
“Mine,” he pants, his chest heaving against my back as we both struggle to catch our breath. “My vengeful queen. I’ll make sure you get the blood you deserve,” he murmurs with a darkness laced through his words. “He will bleed out at your feet.”
The prospect of finally getting revenge, it’s exhilarating, and by God, it turns me the fuck on, sending a wave of power through my veins. I reach up, weaving my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer against my back. “Promise me something.”
“Anything,” he breathes against the nape of my neck.
“Promise that it will be me.” I turn in his embrace to face him, slipping my arms around his shoulders. “Promise me that I’ll be the one to kill him.”
His face takes on a hard edge, the sharp corners of his jawline illuminated by moonlight. He looks down at me with intense eyes and nods slowly.
“I swear it,” he says firmly before capturing my lips in an urgent kiss. It’s filled with passion and promise of vengeance that will soon be ours for the taking.
ChapterEighteen
NICOLI
Present
As I step into the abandoned warehouse, the air clings to me, heavy with the stench of decay and neglect. Working lights are strung up all around the edges of the structure in neat rows. The illumination cuts deep into the room's darkness, casting shadowed lines on everything it touches. My gaze sweeps across the vast, empty space, my heart pounding with anticipation. We’ve all waited for this moment, but only Mira and I feed ravenously on the promise of revenge.
I find him hanging from a heavy chain bolted to the ceiling. Nunzio’s face is ashen white, his naked chest drenched in sweat, his pants stained with blood from the wound in his leg. For a moment, I remain still, watching him, taking in the scene of a man I have hunted for months. A man who took the one thing I love most—the one person God has put on this Earth for me and me alone. He hurt her. He tortured her. He violated her in ways only a monster could. He stole our peace from us, and he broke my hummingbird. But little did he know that, like a phoenix, she would rise from the ashes and come out stronger, more beautiful…and more deadly.
Everyone’s here. Alexius. Caelian. Isaia. Maximo. We stand together, a wall of power. We are the Dark Sovereign, a society of men, a family, who the Ferreros have been targeting for years, trying to be what and who we are. But they will never be us because we don’t find our strength in bloodshed, tyranny, and cruelty. We find strength in each other. In our family.
Mira clears her throat behind me, making me aware of her presence. I glance at her as she steps in next to me, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. The red of her dress is a striking contrast to her ivory skin, glowing, radiant, dazzling.
She looks up at me, her green irises filled with so much strength and power that it takes my breath away.
“You ready for this, Hummingbird?”
She nods. “Tonight, this ends,” she says, and I take her hand, bring it to my lips, and kiss it softly.
“Tonight, this ends.”
Together, we walk toward the others, Mira’s eyes trained on Nunzio. There is no sign of fear or panic or hesitation in her. She’s gleaming with confidence, draped in a dangerous mystique that makes her all the more captivating.
“You follow my lead until you’re ready,” I whisper as we approach him, and she simply nods before taking a seat on a chair Maximo has placed next to him, especially for her.
