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“And you shall spend all the time you want with her.” I lower my mouth to her hair, breathing her in.

For a fleeting, dangerous moment, I kid myself that this warmth is normal and uncomplicated. Nothing about love is uncomplicated.

Not for me.

Chapter 45

Lourdes

It’s late when we get back to New York.

Saying goodbye to Sandrine two days after Dr. Master’s visit crushed me, but it didn’t set her off balance. She’s been living without me all this time. Plus, she only thought I was there for a visit in the first place.

She’s not being moved to Arizona as I would have liked, but she’ll be getting better care in New York. That’s allIcareabout.

Walking back inside the penthouse feels different. I planned and executed my escape here. The guards are back in their wing, the cook and valet gone for the day.

With Ares’s hand on the small of my back, he steers me to the bedroom. Inside, he puts my new weekender bag in my closet and then goes into his. I have no illusions that he will probably suggest I get some sleep while he keeps working. He will probably make an appearance at Club Wicked at one point in the evening.

So, when he comes out of his closet, his suit jacket off, shirt unbuttoned and open, I think he must be exhausted like me. But his spine is aligned differently. He looks taller. His jaw is more severe. His eyes darker.

And then, my eyes focus on what’s in his hands. The rope.

“I have a feral dark need right now.” His voice is so stark, so serious.

My clit pulses, shocking the hell out of me. “Um…”

“I want to tie you up and fuck the daylights out of you.” He drops the rope and a velvet pouch on the bed, then starts to undress, watching me.

“What’s in the pouch?”

“A plug to stretch your ass so I can fuck you there, too.”

Gulp.

“It’s what I need right now, Lourdes.”

“I’m going to be your wife.” I shudder, submitting. “Take what you need from me. Take all of me.Everywhere.”

I watch every muscle on his jaw go still.

“This won’t be one-sided. There will be pleasure, but this is also mecorrectingyou. Punishing you for leaving me.” He approaches me and pushes me down onto the bed.

Standing over me, he runs a hand up my dress, smoothing it across my thigh until he crooks a finger around the band of my panties. With a flick of his wrist, he shreds the lace like paper.

Though I’m racked with nerves, this is a punishment I deserve because I ran away. I take a deep breath, aware that I trust him to do with me whatever he plans to and that he won’treallyhurt me.

Naked, he swings a leg over my thighs so he’s straddling me. I sink into the mattress with his weight.

One hand reaches around my hip until his fingers find the flesh of my ass to squeeze. “You’re going to love anal with me.”

I don’t get a chance to respond, he immediately flips me onto my stomach.

“Keep those hands pressed to the mattress,” he says, gravelly and dangerous.

I don’t respond. Just lie still. He doesn’t want to check in to keep going. It was a warning, not an instruction. Punishment.

His warm breath fans out on the back of my neck. “You are mine.”