Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Painful sobs wrack my body as I stare at him, battered and bruised but not broken. Never broken. Naz will never be that. He's too big to kill, too fierce to defeat. Too mine to ever be brought to his knees by anyone or anything else. This man bows only to me. Only for me.
"Brynna," he whispers, his amber eyes locked on my face as he closes the distance between us, moving as if pulled by a magnetic…the same way we're always drawn together.
He kneels at my feet, pulling me down into his arms. I wrap myself around him, clinging. Crying. Pressing my devotion into his skin with trembling lips and shaking hands.
"It's over, mi amor," he breathes, his own hands shaking against my body as he holds me together, shielding me the same way he always does—with his whole fucking soul. "I'm here and you're safe, exactly like I promised."
That's the thing about Naz. He doesn't lie. Not to me. Not ever.
"What happens now?" I whisper hours later, clinging to him as sweat dries on my skin and his heart pounds beneath my ear. We're still at my father's, in my room. It doesn't feel like a cage with Naz buried inside me, his cum dripping down my legs.
I'm not sure where things stand between them, but they're no longer at war. They're in that tentative place between conflict and peace, the one where everything is eggshells, but it'll be okay in the end. I know it will because Naz won't accept anything less. And neither will I.
I'm not sure my father will, either. Not after all of this. Not even he can deny the way Naz loves me now. It's written in blood, his empire picked apart at the seams. But it didn't fall alone. He took Rojas's with him. That's the other thing about Naz. He doesn't lose. No matter what it costs. No matter how long it takes.
"Now?" He flicks his gaze up to me, his expression soft. Warm. Dark enough to send a thrill racing though me. "Now we gather the ashes and build something new, little one."
"What are we building?"
His hand drifts down my stomach, slipping between my legs. Wickedness rolls through his eyes. Desire sets them on fire. "A family, Brynna. And forever."
I throw my head back, moaning my answer. The only one I'll ever give him.
Yes. Yes. A million times, yes.
Epilogue
Naz
"Fucking hell," I groan, wrapping Brynna's hair around my fist as I fuck her pretty little face. "You're too good at this, princesa. The perfect little whore for me."
She whimpers around me, her hand slipping between her legs as her eyes water, spit running down her chin. She fucks her fingers, the wet sound making my balls throb.
"You love this, don't you?" I can't help but ask, marveling for the thousandth time that this woman is mine—my wife, my world, my everything. Cristo. She fucks and sucks like she was born to be my little slut. And then she wrecks me with her sweetness, with her love. She's been doing it for six years.
I'll never get enough. A flame like this doesn't fade or flicker or die. It blazes as hot as the sun, fueling empires. It certainly fuels ours. We rebuilt from the ground up over the last six years, changed everything. I'm still a brutal motherfucker. But I'm her brutal motherfucker.
And she's my untouchable queen.
She moans around my cock, nodding frantically.
"Then come all over that little hand while you choke on my cock, Brynna. Show me just how much you love having my dick shoved down your throat," I order, pulling her hair hard enough to make it sting…exactly the way we both like.
She takes it like the greedy little fucking queen she is, her hand a blur between her legs as she tries to get herself there. I fuck into her mouth, forcing my cock past lips stretched wide to accommodate me, and into her throat.
She shatters with a whimper, her throat closing around the head of my cock. I mutter a curse, ripping myself from her mouth as my balls draw up. I paint her pretty face with my cum, leave it Dripping from her chin. Cristo. She looks good, wearing me all over her. Marked as mine.
"Beautiful," I groan, working out every last drop. "So fucking beautiful, princesa."
She smiles, slipping her hand from between her legs to swipe her fingers through my cum. My dick roars back to life as she licks my seed from her fingers, moaning like I'm the best thing she's ever tasted.
"Put it where it belongs, Brynna. Let me see," I growl, watching through slit lids as she immediately obeys, wiping me from her face, and spreads her legs wide.
I squeeze the base of my shaft as she pushes my cum into her dripping little fuckhole like a good little princesa. It mixes with her juices, smearing across her hole.