Serpent King's Bride: A Dark Mafia Romance Trilogy

Nathan’s touch was relentless, his fingers finding that perfect rhythm, pushing me closer to the edge with every stroke as his thumb found my clit. My grip on his shoulders tightened as I felt my body tense, a crescendo of pleasure building within me. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and in them, I saw a reflection of my own hunger—a silent plea for release.

“Let go, Abby,” he urged, his voice a velvet command that caressed my senses even as his fingers worked their magic.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The dam broke, and waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I cried out, my voice echoing off the shower walls, as I came undone under his skilled touch. Nathan watched me shatter, a look of fierce satisfaction etching itself onto his features.

As the tremors subsided, he didn’t waste a moment. Strong hands gripped my hips, lifting me until my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His hardness pressed against me, an undeniable promise of what was to come. And then, the world narrowed down to just us—the slick slide of skin on skin, the steamy heat enveloping us, the rhythmic beat of water drumming against the tile—every sensation amplified.

He pressed himself into me, all the way to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot. Being inside you…it’s heaven.”

I ground against him, desperate for more, craving the connection that only he could provide. Nathan’s kiss had been the prelude to this dance, but now he pulled back, his gaze searing into me with an intensity that spoke volumes without a single word.

“Look at me,” I whispered, reaching up to cup his face between my hands. His movements didn’t falter, that relentless pace sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. But it was his eyes I sought, those pools of midnight that seemed to hold both agony and ecstasy.

“I love you,” I breathed, the declaration slipping out like a prayer meant only for him. He shook his head slightly—a denial, a refusal to accept the words that could bind him more surely than any oath taken in the shadows of his world.

But I couldn’t stop the mantra, the truth of my heart that even now refused to be silenced. “I love you, Nathan. I love you.” Each repetition was a whisper against the cacophony of our reality, a hope that love could be enough to save us both.

His jaw tightened, the slight tremble in his frame the only indication of the turmoil raging within him. Still, he kept moving, kept claiming me, as if by doing so he could stave off the inevitable reckoning that awaited us beyond the steam and the sanctuary of the shower.

And as we moved together, lost in each other, I knew this was more than a fleeting connection. This was the eye of the storm, the quiet center where two hearts beat as one, even if the world outside was determined to tear us apart.

The intensity in his gaze flickered, and for a moment, I saw the raw need to belong—to me, to this moment we shared. Then, as if ripping himself from a siren’s call, he wrenched his look away and pinned me with a ferocity that spoke volumes of his internal conflict. His movements became relentless, an assertion of power, a desperate grasp at control in a world.

“I can feel how close you are,” he said. “I can feel your pretty pussy tightening around my cock. Abby…”

My name on his lips was both an anchor and a storm, grounding me even as it sent me spiraling into my own climax, his name falling from my mouth as my hearing and vision both seemed to dim. I felt him bury himself deep, felt the jolt of his cum flooding my pussy, the water coursing between us as I clung to him.

Then, as quickly as the storm had peaked, it ebbed, leaving us drenched and breathless. He cradled me for a heartbeat longer, his touch gentle despite the violence of his passion moments before, and then he carefully set me down on my feet.

Without a word, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, leaving me to grapple with the aftershocks of what we’d shared. The absence of his warmth was immediate and jarring, and I hurriedly rinsed off before wrapping myself in a towel.

By the time I emerged from the bathroom, dry and dressed in the soft fabric of my pajamas, Nathan was already in bed. The lights were off, casting the room into shadows that seemed to echo the darkness I felt creeping into the edges of my heart.

I paused at the doorway, watching his still form under the covers, and wondered if the silence between us was a chasm too wide to bridge. With a sigh that felt like surrender, I slid into bed beside him, the distance of mere inches feeling like miles.

As I lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, I allowed myself to believe, just for a moment, that when morning came, we might find a way through the night’s consequences together.

Because I had no idea what I would do if I was wrong.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Nathan

The city had a way of making you feel watched, even when the streets were empty and the sky was just a dull blanket above.

We parked our car a few blocks away then walked the rest of the way to Venom Custom Motors, careful to keep our path hidden. Abby and I wove through the back alleys of downtown, our steps synchronized in silence. Every now and then, I cast a glance over my shoulder, searching for any sign that we’d been spotted. The last thing I needed was for Ba to figure out what I was up to; if he suspected I was siding with Alex against him…I didn’t even want to think about that.

“Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of place,” I murmured to Abby, breaking the tense quiet as we neared Venom. “Footprints, receipts, hell, a candy wrapper that seems off—anything that might tell us where Neon and Javi bolted.”

Abby shot me a look that was half-amusement, half-exasperation. “Hey—trained FBI agent, remember?” she smirked. “I actually went to school for this, Mr. Philosophy Degree.”

“Right, right,” I said with a chuckle that felt forced even to my own ears, “should’ve known better than to tell an agent her business.”

We rounded the corner, and the sight of Venom Motors loomed ahead, its windows dark, its facade uninviting. I tucked my hands into my pockets to hide their trembling.

This was it.

Time to dive into the belly of the beast and see what secrets it kept hidden in its shadows.

I led the way to the back of the shop, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. Every instinct screamed that this was wrong—too quiet, too abandoned. I fished through my belt loop and retrieved the heavy ring of keys, each one a tiny cold metal promise. Fumbling slightly, I found the one stamped with a worn VM insignia, the service entrance key.