Page 89 of Master of Fortune


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Before I could say anything else, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the primary bedroom of the suite.

“We can’t leave this place until they get everything swept and serviced,” Simon stated. “Then I plan to take care of the rest of them.”

I felt the unleashed wrath bubbling in him.

“I know how things work. Don’t forget whose daughter I am.”

He moved into the giant bathroom and set me on the counter.

His gaze met mine. “Then you also understand what your father would do if your mother were in the place you were in tonight.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

Stepping away from me, Simon turned on the shower and then returned with a washcloth, setting it on the counter near me.

Then he unzipped my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. Next went my underwear. When I was naked, he reached for a cloth towel, soaked it with water from the sink, and then began to wash the blood from my skin.

The way he stroked over my body, so softly, so delicately, made me believe he thought I’d break if he touched me too hard.

He tugged my engagement ring off, rinsed it, and then brought it to the light.

“Only you will ever wear this. It means you’re mine, Goddess.” He slid it back on my finger. “I will make sure no one even thinks of touching you again.”

I grabbed hold of his wrist, forcing him to look at me. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t get it, Nyx. I could have lost you.”

“I’m here. I know how to use my blades. He was bleeding out even before you got to me.”

“And what would have happened afterward? I won’t ever risk it again.”

“You can’t be with me all the time. I live in a different city. Besides, this was temporary.”

“Things changed. You can’t deny it.”

The intensity of his gaze had my lips trembling.

“Even if you do, I’m keeping you, whether you want it or not.” He cupped my cheek and then rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “Haven’t you figured it out? I’m about to wage a war because someone touched you. Hell, I’d fucking burn this world down.”

A tear slipped down my cheek, and without another thought, I fisted his shirt and tugged him toward me, sealing our mouths together.

His arms came around me, molding my body to his hard, hot, aroused one. We ate at each other’s mouths, devouring as if we couldn’t quench this need. Our tongues sliding, molding, tasting, consuming.

I ground my pussy against his thick cock, needing the friction to ease the ache deep inside my core.

I burned for him. It tore at me how much I needed him. This man who I wanted to hate so desperately when we met and now couldn’t imagine being without.

“Simon,” I whimpered, clenching at his hair. “I need more, please.”

He lifted me by my thighs, folding my legs around his hips, and stepped inside the steaming shower.

“You’re fully clothed,” I exclaimed.

He slid me to the floor and then toed his shoes off and said, “Then undress me.”

“So bossy.” I went to work on the buttons of his soaked shirt, pushing it from his shoulders.

“If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ve been doing something wrong for months.”

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