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I shiver. That’s a promise I know he’ll keep.
Marrok wants me so feverishly and so often, it feels like more than making up for lost time in the orgasm department. Every time he touches me, he dedicates himself to my pleasure. He worships me. What we’re sharing seems like way more than sex.
Sure, he can be gruff, and he’s not a big talker. But his protective glances and constant attention are like buckets of golden sunshine after years of my mother’s cold indifference. My hopeful half is convinced I matter to him.
The rest of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.
What will happen if we break his curse and he no longer needs me? Will this…whatever we’re having just end?
I don’t have an answer, just like I don’t know what I’ll do if he dies. He’s sought the end, and after all he’s endured, I don’t blame him. But if he’s gone, I’ll be alone, and the spaces he’s filling in my heart will be empty again. He’ll leave a gaping wound in his wake. I should definitely pull back and protect myself.
I’m afraid it’s too late.
Shoving the thought aside, I flip a glance over my shoulder and nearly stumble in my high heels at the sight of him. His charcoal suit hugs his tall, fit frame and bulging shoulders so perfectly that he looks like some imposing billionaire or mafia overlord. His crisp black shirt clings to his lean waist, the open collar revealing his strong, tanned throat and a hint of the ink on his powerful chest I love to drag my lips across.
Holy cow, he’s beyond hot. And he’s mine…at least for now.
With his huge hand at the small of my back, Marrok walks stiffly, glaring at Bram’s more-than-impressive front door.
This place isn’t your average McMansion in a merely upscale neighborhood. No, the stately white structure with its towering ionic columns and sweeping terraces sits on acres and acres of pristine land. It shouts old money.
“Wow. Are you sure we’re at the right place?” I crane my neck to stare at the massive portico and the gorgeous wrought iron balconies lining the front of the grand house. “It’s stunning.”
“’Tis my first time here, as well. But this is the address.”
We make our way up the well-lit path, lined by ruthlessly trimmed shrubs, to a towering black front door. Reluctantly, Marrok knocks.
The man so doesn’t want to be here, and Bram seems like one of his least favorite people. So why did he come? Marrok accused Bram of extortion, but what is the wizard holding over Marrok’s head to compel him? And what is the purpose of this party? Every time I ask, Marrok mutters something about information and silences my questions with a kiss…or more.
The door opens as if on its own. A sleek, contemporary foyer appears where a handful of people mingle in the corner. Beyond the entryway, we follow a long hall to double doors that are flung wide. Inside, I glimpse a huge space with people of all ages dancing to an upbeat tune.
The moment we step inside, conversation stops. The music fades. About forty strangers turn. Everyone, young and old, male and female, stares at us. No, at me.
Nervously, I bite my lip.
Marrok sidles behind me. “’Tis fine. Take off your coat and act as if you belong.”
On autopilot, I comply, unbelting the trench and trying not to squirm under everyone’s intense stares.
He peels the jacket off, then sucks in a sharp breath. “You will pay later for that dress, love.”
I’m not listening. “I’m not sure what to do. Smile? Flip everyone off? Act like they don’t exist?”
“Come with me.” Ignoring the partygoers’ gapes and gasps, he tosses my coat over a nearby table and takes my hand, glowering as he escorts me further into the airy room, decorated in taupes, creams, tranquil blue, and crystals.
“Why are they staring?” I whisper.
He turns hot eyes on me. “Have you any notion how tempting you look in that dress?”
“I’m serious.” They look shocked.
“As am I.”
I fidget. “Let’s get lost in the crowd and dance.”
“What say you?”
“Dance. You must know how.”
