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The first kiss at the altar was vicious and fierce, as if Ares was making a point. Claiming me. It was punishing, and decisive, and yes, it made my heart skip and my pulse run hot. But it’s this second kiss that turns my blood to fire and has my toes curling against the floor as the world explodes around me. Because this one isn’t about proving a point. It’s pure, possessive, consuming, incendiary need. Our mouths crash together, and I whimper when his tongue delves past my lips to dance with mine. I shiver as my body melts against his, the roaring heat of his skin and the rippling power of his muscles turning me into a puddle as I moan into the kiss. The brutal mafia kingpin – aka, my new husband – kisses me like the God of War he is: laying claim. Breaching the walls of the castle. Laying waste to my defenses. Making me his. Read Jagger Cole's bestselling Dark Mafia Romance 'Deviant Hearts for FREE in Kindle Unlimited!