I screamed around Luca’s shaft, and Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed me down, making me take my real husband deep in my throat while I shattered. Luca roared his agonized pleasure, and he released into my mouth.

“Take it all,” Dante growled. “Swallow, pet.”

As I complied, he stimulated me mercilessly, so that bliss sang through my veins. Every fiber of my being glowed with carnal ecstasy, even as my soul shrieked in protest.

Luca groaned, and Dante finally pulled me off his cock, allowing me to draw in a gasping breath. Oxygen flooded my deprived lungs, making me lightheaded. The room spun around me, and when Dante released my sex from his demanding hands, I collapsed on top of Luca.

I crawled up his body, half-blind with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

I wrapped myself around him, clinging to his strong, bound frame.

He trembled beneath me, but his voice was low and soothing when he replied. “It’s okay, kitten. I’m right here. I’m okay. It’s not your fault.”

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sobbed.

Dante had finally broken me.

19. Dante

Chapter 19

Dante

Something dark and ugly stirred in my chest as I watched Nora cling to my most hated enemy. She was mine. My wife, not his. She might not be ready to accept the truth, but I found that I didn’t like seeing her cuddling up to Luca. I could be patient with her, but I wouldn’t stand here and allow her to sob in another man’s arms.

If Nora was going to cry on anyone, it would be me. I’d earned those tears. Her scream of pleasure had been for me, not him.

My hands closed around her shoulders, and I had to pry her away from Luca. She sobbed and thrashed, fighting me so that she could stay with him.

I pulled her into a tight embrace, trapping her smaller frame in my confining arms.

“Hush now, little bird. We’re done here.”

I frowned when she cried harder, twisting in my grip.

Maybe using her like this was a mistake. Maybe I should flay Luca, after all.

I looked over at him, and I knew I had no better path open to me. His eyes shined with a murderous glint and something more vulnerable. Nora wasn’t the only one reduced to tears, although Luca’s seemed to be more from impotent fury than hurt.

A cruel, triumphant grin stretched my lips, and I lifted Nora up in my arms. She covered her face with her hands and cried, so I tucked her closer to my chest, comforting her.