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His tongue follows the lines of my muscles, his teeth grazing over my hip bones, making sure I feel every single ounce of his devotion.

“Wait, Dami…” I gasp. “You were shot.”

“As if that would stop me,” he chuckles and proceeds to take me apart with his mouth and hands, his rough fingers sweeping the curve of my thighs.

Then comes the familiar click of a lube bottle just before he finally presses a finger inside me.

“Ahhh…” A moan escapes me as he begins to move in and out.

He takes his time, adding another finger to slowly open me up, his lips never leaving mine.

“Ready?” he asks against my mouth, and I can only nod.

Slipping his fingers free, he coats himself in more lube and settles between my thighs, leaning down to capture my lips once more.

“I love you, Oliver,” he whispers against my mouth.

“I love you too, Damiá—” I gasp, my voice breaking into a moan as he enters me. The initial stretch is agonizingly good.

He is stretching me completely, and it’s so overwhelming that it steals my breath.

And he is true to his word.

For the first twenty minutes, Damián makes love to me.

He moves slowly and deeply, drowning in every gasp and sigh from my mouth with his lips. His hands slide over me, constantly reassuring me, murmuring words of love and promises of a happy future. By the end, I am a crying mess, unable to think, move, or exist outside of him.

And as we come together, I can’t help but wonder if the reason I never felt like I belonged anywhere, or to anyone, was because life was preparing me for this.

Maybe I was always meant to belong to him.

To someone who would love me so fiercely and so deeply, I wouldn’t have a single piece of myself left to share with the rest of the world.

EPILOGUE

OLIVER

1 Year Later…

It’s hard to believe it’s been a full year since my world imploded and this family took me in, and we haven’t spent a single week of that year resting.

Following every piece of data, every encrypted ledger, and every hidden contact I managed to scrape together, we’ve spent the last twelve months tearing down the remnants of his empire and those who enabled it.

So far we’ve had eight criminal organizations dismantled from the ground up. One corrupt US senator was exposed… and arrested.

Six companies were stripped and seized by federal assets, and we even managed to shut down four illegal factories and a shipping company used for human trafficking.

It has been the most freaking exhausting year of my life.

But also the happiest I’ve ever been.

Now… Zara, Finnian, and I are with the whole Harknett team at Alexios’ house. We’re all huddled around the table, staring at each other in a state of absolute focus.

Like… I’ve never seen them concentrate this hard before.

But it makes sense… because we’ve reached a point where a single wrong move could ruin everything.

“I need wheat!” Björn suddenly slams both palms onto the table, sending the tiny plastic settlements flying. “Who has wheat? I’ll give you two wood and a brick.”