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Then she turns those gray eyes up to mine, and I wilfully drown in their depths. Pushing all thoughts of everything aside in my utter selfishness to keep the one thing that puts air in my lungs.
The one thing that makes life worth living.
The one thing I’m entirely sure I can never be without.
And it’s as I press a kiss of ownership to her waiting lips that I’m almost sure that I can feel the flames of hell licking at the soles of my feet.
Holding her closer, despite the crowd watching us, I have one thought that centers me.
The devil can have me in the next life, so long as I get to spend this one with her.
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WREN
“There’s been rather a lot of interest concerning the piece that was added at the last minute, Mr. Burton. Are youquitesure it’s not for sale?”
My brows pucker at Harold’s question. “People want tobuymy work? Are you for real?”
Harold and Vaughn exchange a look before both men chuckle. Vaughn draws me even closer, pressing a soft kiss atop my head. “Oh, my naïve little bird. The entire show had sold out before we’d even topped the steps outside.”
My jaw just about lands on the floor as pure astonishment fills me to brimming. I blink owlishly, at a complete loss for words, as I shake my head in disbelief.
Vaughn looks back to Harold. “And the answer is yes, I’m sure. In fact, that piece has already been sold.”
It’s Harold’s turn to frown. “To whom?”
“Me.”
My sharp inhalation makes Vaughn grin wickedly. “As if I’d allow that piece to belong to another soul.”
“What piece?”
“Us, little bird.” He arches a brow as he gestures toward the farthest corner of the gallery, where a crowd is still milling.
My eyes find the portrait I’ve been working on recently, and had just finished today. An intimate scene between Vaughn and me as we worshipped one another’s bodies. It’s not one particular moment. More so an amalgamation of our time together, but I’d poured my entire self into the process, and I was more than a little proud of it.
The thought that Vaughn can appreciate the feeling behind the piece—themeaningbehind it—fills me almost to bursting.
I look back at my lover. His gaze is on me, and it’s so intense that it instantly heats my blood to boiling.
“I’m ready to go home now.”
Harold shuffles uncomfortably at my declaration, the reason behind my sudden desire to departmorethan obvious. And clearly, Vaughn is rubbing off on me because I have preciselyzerofucks to give.
“I bid you farewell, Miss Caputo.” Poor Harold nods swiftly, turning his gaze to Vaughn. “Thank you once again for your patronage, Mr. Burton.”
And then he’s gone, leaving Vaughn to sweep through the remaining crowd with me glued to his side. We exit the Great Hall and almost jog down the steps toward the waiting Bugatti.
Vaughn plucks the keys from the outstretched hand of a sheepish-looking valet, taking care to tip him generously despite his words from before, and then he helps me into the passenger seat. He rounds the car, slips into the driver’s seat, and pulls out in the flow of traffic.
Rogue suddenly seems much too far away, and I feel like I’m almost having an out-of-body experience when I slide my hand into Vaughn’s lap.
He jolts, keeping his eyes fixed on the traffic around us as his free hand rests over mine.
“What are you doing?”
I smirk as I push his hand away, quickly unbuckling his belt, popping the button of his pants, and sliding down the zipper. I rub his cock through the material of his Calvins, and he raises his hips, pushing against my hand with a low groan.
