You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 214

He opened the box, stared down at the ring and chuckled. The bastard had a charming smile. I only disliked it 'cause he used it mostly when he had mischievous plans.

Touching his jaw thoughtfully, he murmured, "If you insist."

Then he went down on one knee.

My heart seemed to drop with him. Shit, when did the air get this hot?

He plucked out the ring, holding it up as he held my gaze. "Rali Hayes, you're getting married to me. So, say yes so I can slip the ring on."

My heartbeat echoed loud and reckless inside my chest.

All my life, I'd prayed for a Mr. Right. A responsible man with a nine-to-five job. A man who'd come home tired, loosen his tie, and talk over coffee about ordinary things.

I never imagined it would be him. An unsympathetic killer. A man feared by men the world feared.

And yet, standing here, staring at him on one knee, I realized something terrifyingly simple—No version of Mr. Right could ever give me the kind of fire he did.

Void was far from perfect. But the way he loved me? No man alive could ever compete with it.

So if he wanted me to spend the rest of my life with him, I didn't think I wanted to say No to that.

I took a deep breath, blinking against the sting in my eyes. "Dominic Belmonte, I'll marry you."

He shook his head before sliding the ring onto my finger. My heart gave in completely.

God I was getting married. I was actually getting married!

He straightened to his full height, towering over me again like he always did. "All done. You happy?"

I nodded so fast my neck almost hurt.

"So, when are you going for that dress?"

"First thing in the morning." I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

It was crazy; I was kissing Void myself.

He didn't waste any time. He kissed me back, the kiss deepening instantly. His hand slid to my butts, lifting me up. We kissed all the way upstairs to the room where he fucked me more than he did the last time.

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VOID

She lay with her head against my chest, one leg splayed over my thigh, dangerously close to my dick.

Killing was fun for me. Torturing people and watching the life drain out of their eyes was a routine I could do all day.

But having Rali lie naked beside me, playing with her strands while I listen to her soft breathing was one thing I'd chose over anything, including torture.

I stared up at the ceiling, playing a game with myself—counting her breaths until one of them grew deeper. Then I'd start again.

It was a fun game until she distracted me.

"I need an engagement gift."

That intrigued me. Giving to Rali was one of the things I lived for.

"What do you want?"

All she had to do was say it.

She opened her eyes but kept her head on my chest. "Promise you'll do it for me."

Now I knew there was a trick in it"What do you want, Rali?"

"I want you to—"

"I'm not promising anything. Just say it."

She sighed. "What really happened with your mother?"

I went still. She must've felt it 'cause she lifted her head to look at my face.

"Come on, Void. It's the only thing I want from you." She looked at me with black puppy eyes.

I knew I'd denied her many things in my life. Byt It was never easy. It never got easier.

I tore my gaze from hers and dragged it back to the ceiling. "Why are you always so interested?"

She shrugged. "Because you're the Torturer? You might be evil, but you're a legend, and I'd be honored to know something about you that even brother didn't."

I tapped her shoulder. "Put your head down."

I needed that thing close to my heartbeat.

She obeyed without resistance.

For a while, we were silent. She didn't push further. She must know when I was breaking walls instead of building them.

I closed my eyes and walked down a road I'd spent years burning behind me. Fuck, I never wanted to visit it. Yet, this small woman always did everything to remind me of Dominica Belmonte; to a place and time when she used to be my everything.

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