Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

Thirty-Two | All Yours

KIAN

I couldn't have heard her wrong.

The words were clear. I love you.

My heart was racing as I stared at Irene, her eyes half closed, she looked exhausted.

She looked on the verge of falling asleep but then she put her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a hug.

She ran her fingers through my hair, her lips against my ear. Then in the softest voice possible, she whispered, "I love you, Kian."

Oh fuck. I stopped breathing.

"You are a possessive man and I need you to know that you are the only man I have ever loved. I don't want you to say those words back, I just need you to know that no matter what, you are my husband and there's no way I would want another man when you exist."

She loves me. She fucking loves me. Somehow that felt like the best thing ever.

I lifted my head up and saw her give me the most adorable smile ever that made me kiss her softly. "I'm all yours, Irene. Every part of me."

"I know." She cupped my cheek. "You are my superhero, Kian."

"Superhero?"

"When I was hiding in that closet, I was praying and begging for a superhero to come save me. I was tired of everything and just wanted to get away from there, to have someone save me. Then you came." She smiled wistfully. "From that moment onwards, you became my superhero."

She continued, "You were my first-ever crush. I was still young to have those feelings but later on, I fantasized about you all the damn time. You were my first and only crush. It did fade away as I turned into an adult but I still admired you so much."

"I think our destiny entwined the moment I placed my hand in yours. That would be the only explanation of why you were the only man I always wanted."

She placed a lingering kiss on my lips. "My superhero."

Fucking hell. It took me a moment to process everything but when everything clicked, I kissed the hell out of her.

'I love you.'

'My superhero.'

'First crush.'

'...the only man I always wanted.'

My heart felt like it could explode any second and the only solace I found was in kissing her.

"It's not like I don't trust you. I do, Irene. But when another man touches you, all I see is red. I have always been possessive, now I have you and you have made me so fucking obsessed with you that the thought of another man looking at you makes me murderous."

She chuckled against my lips. "Honestly, I find your possessiveness kinda hot as long as you don't hurt people unnecessarily."

"I'll try my best."

She sighed, the smile remaining on her face.

I was fucking hard again, my cock rubbing against her pussy which reminded me that she didn't come.