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a red mark on the fabric. "You did," I agreed. While it might have started with me taking her along for the journey, pressing the knife against Maxim's heart, the end had been all Isa.

She alone had dealt the killing strike.

She shivered as I wrapped a hand around her back, unclasping her bra and drawing it off of her. She stood as I knelt at her feet and pulled the heels off her one by one, gliding my hands up her thighs and leaving a trail of red until I grasped her underwear in my grip and tugged them down her thighs. She stared down at me blankly, lost to the reality of what she'd done.

Retreating further into her shell with every moment that passed.

I stood and made quick work of stripping off my suit and shoes until I was as naked as Isa. Guiding her into the shower, I let the water work to pull her back to the moment. I stood in front of her, taking her hands in mine and working to wash the blood from her skin even though I liked it there.

She watched the water run red as it flowed toward the drain, and it was only after my hands were free of blood that I grasped her chin and tilted her face up to mine. I leaned forward, teasing her lips with mine as I compelled her to come back to me. To accept who she was, because I sure as fuck did.

If she could love the devil, then she could love the queen who completed him.

She opened for me, letting me sweep inside and consume her with my kiss. I washed her body and her hair when I took breaks from kissing her, and then I pulled her out of the shower and dried her body. After I dried myself off, I lifted her into my arms and took her back to the bedroom, laying her out beneath me as I leaned into her space and rested my weight on my elbows.

She stared into my eyes, her unique stare feeling heavy. "You turned me into a monster," she whispered. "I should be begging you to let me go. I should want to get away from you, even if only to save myself."

I slid a hand into the side of her wet hair, running my thumb over her cheekbone as I smiled down at her. "You let me inside you," I murmured. "I took your innocence, and I corrupted you. I complicated you and made you mine. You think you can ever be free of me after all of that?" I asked, leaning forward to kiss her softly as the last pieces of the girl she'd been shattered beneath me while I watched. "I own your soul, mi reina, and you gave it to me willingly."

I positioned my hips between her legs to get her to spread wider for me, gliding inside her slowly and watching her face ignite with pleasure as I filled her. She moaned lightly, biting her lip and drawing my attention to it. When my cock hit her cervix, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer. Wrapping me up in her arms, she accepted the truth of my possession.

She was mine fully in that moment, in a way she hadn't been before. She danced with the devil in the moonlight, lifting her hips to meet mine as I made love to her with slow, hard thrusts inside her. "I love you, mi reina," I murmured, watching as her eyes lit with the confession the moment she felt it.

The moment she felt the truth to the words and understood that I meant more, because words would never be enough for what connected us.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her face softening as she considered the words. "I love you too, my devil," she whispered, stretching her head up to capture my mouth with hers. I leaned into her, giving her more of my weight as my thrusts turned harsher. Taking her hard and deep as she moaned into my mouth. Her nails raked down my back, scratching my skin as I bit her lip in return.

She came, crying out her orgasm against my mouth as I rode her through it, watching as she came down from the high. As she settled and stared up at me while I moved inside her, I rolled to my back and kept us connected. She rose up on me, riding me slowly as my own orgasm loomed on the horizon.

Watching my wife, my queen, roll her hips on my cock while her breasts bounced with the motion, I determined there'd never been a sexier sight. That when I died, that would be the image that stuck in my head. Her face looking down at me from beneath the curtain of wet hair, her hands pressed to my chest and knowing that only moments before they'd been soaked in the blood of my enemy.

She was everything.

I came inside her with a muffled groan as she leaned forward and took my mouth with hers, working me through my climax as her pussy contracted around me with her second orgasm and milked the cum from my balls.

She collapsed against my chest, her body heaving with exertion. She'd sleep the entire way home, but first we'd need to get out of bed and say goodbye to my family.

Then we'd go home, with Isa my willing wife for the first time, and not my captive.

Isa chatted with my aunt in the kitchen while my cousins, uncle, and I discussed what she'd done with Maxim. They strongly disagreed with my insistence on involving her in the violence, but there was no denying that it had been exactly what she'd needed to understand me better.

To connect the two halves of the man she'd married.

I had no regrets, not even watching my uncle's frustrated face when he couldn't force me to see reason. Would I bring Isa