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You don’t want her caring for you.
He didn’t, but he was done walking away from her. He wasn’t going to hurt her again and definitely not when she was offering herself to him.
‘What kind of wedding present?’ He reached down and took a lock of her hair, curling it around his fingers, liking the feel of it on his skin. Liking her at his feet too, as if she was his. As if she belonged to him.
You can’t start thinking like that. She can’t be yours. You can’t let her matter, you know this.
Oh, he knew and normally he’d never permit himself such emotions. But he’d allowed himself this night with her, which meant he could allow himself the feelings that went with them, surely?
Is a night enough?
Glory put one hand on his thigh, the other sliding up to grip the rapidly hardening length of his sex. The feel of her fingers closing around his hot flesh, soft and cool, stole the breath from his lungs.
‘This kind,’ she murmured, squeezing him lightly. ‘A night to forget.’
Shock rippled through him that she’d somehow guessed how consumed he was, that she saw what he didn’t even know he needed himself.
Because yes, that’s exactly what he wanted. A night to forget. A night where he didn’t think of Ismena at all.
He wound the lock of hair tighter around his finger. ‘Yes. You can try,mikri alepou. If you think you can.’
It was a challenge to her, he knew that, and he could see something light up in her dark eyes, the fierce part of her meeting his.
She didn’t say anything, but when she put her mouth on him, he felt himself catch fire. Because if anyone could help him forget it was her, and what was more, he wanted her to.
He gripped her hair tighter as the heat of her mouth took him and even though she was inexperienced and this wasn’t new to him, feeling her lips against his skin made him groan.
It felt new. It felt like a wonder, a delight he hadn’t expected, especially when he showed her what he liked and she set to doing it with a will.
He hadn’t thought it was possible, but in the end she did it.
She made him forget, and for a few, blissful moments, he was free.
And afterwards, when he picked her up and had her back on the bed where she belonged, beneath him, he’d already decided: no, one night wasn’t going to be enough.
He wanted more.
CHAPTER NINE
TWOWEEKSLATER, Glory stood in front of the ornate, full-length mirror in the bedroom of Castor’s Parisian mansion and smoothed her hands down her sides nervously.
Castor was taking her to a special gala at the Musée d’Orsay, and among all the things he’d bought for her over the past couple of weeks was the most beautiful formal gown. She’d been wary of putting on something so terrifyingly expensive, some part of her worried she’d tear it or ruin it, or somehow look awful in it.
But she didn’t look awful in it. She looked...beautiful. She even felt beautiful.
Glory smiled at herself in the mirror.
He’s going to love it. He’s especially going to love taking it off.
A delicious shiver worked its way down her spine.
Two weeks of being in Castor’s bed had certainly taught her many things, including how much he loved undressing her. Slowly and with care, paying meticulous attention to detail, running his fingers over every inch of her body. Treating her as if she was a precious object.
It made her feel worshipped.
He’d made her feel worshipped these whole two weeks, right from the moment she’d woken up in his bed the morning after their wedding.
He’d rolled over, pinned her to the bed, then said, ‘How would you feel,mikri alepou, about a proper honeymoon?’
