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I bet she screams.

Yes!

As I come, grunting, I make a mental note to get the room next to my master bedroom reinforced to keep Stella Voss secure.

My betrothed just got promoted to a sex slave... and anything else I decide she should be.

Her life belongs to me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DECLAN

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Stepping out of the shower, I grab the towel and dry myself off, giving a cursory glance in the mirror. Wrapping it around my waist, I step toward the sink and lean my hands on the counter.

“Fuck,” I glance up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I shouldn’t have slept with Stella.

I don’t regret it, but I shouldn’t have done it. It’s been four days, and we’ve had sex about fifteen times, give or take, because we can’t keep our hands off one another.

It’s the best sex of my life.

Worse, the protective feelings I started with have only deepened to a mild, possibly unhealthy, possession.

I can’t let her marry him.

But life keeps reminding me that she doesn’t belong to me and never will. Last night a huge black box arrived with a Marino logo on the top. It was like someone threw a glass of cold water in my face.

Sobering.

It was so huge I had to carry the damn thing into the penthouse where I placed it on the dining room table and glared at it.

When Stella skipped downstairs, the glow I gave her paled. We both stood side by side, staring at the box.

“What is it?” she asked.

Your future, I nearly said, because not once in the past few days has she said the words I’ve hoped to hear; I’m not doing it.

“What do you want it to be?” I asked, my voice clipped.

“A machine to a different reality,” she whispered back.

I turned, taking her hips. “Everyone has choice, sweetheart. Simply make it.”

Her face fell as she studied the carpet.

“I’ll be outside,” I’d said, unable to watch her go along with this after spending night after night in my arms.

When I returned an hour later, the box was opened, and I saw white lace and silk. The asshole had sent her a wedding dress.

Call me sadistic if you want, but I moved closer and with a single finger moved the opened lid of the box gently to the side and cursed.

It wasn’t just a wedding dress.

I lifted the small items and almost threw the thing over the side of the building. He’d also sent lingerie. Crotchless panties lay before me, taunting me.