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I shrug. “I don’t do much there. Just deals and the rest.”
“This is…more than you could ever owe.”
“I call it even.”
He nods once more before he leaves us on the yacht. “Enjoy.”
Rose comes up to me as we set sail and slides her arms my waist. “What did you do?”
“Gave him New York.”
She rears her head back. “You didn’t have to.”
I might as well have saidI fucking did it for you. “Yeah, I did, Rose. I told you, it’s about losing to win at times. It’s the controlled pressure, of following through, like with the hatpin.”
“You liked it?”
I turn and smooth her hair from her face. “In general, not my thing. From you, fucking kinky as shit. That was a lesson, though. In a heightened moment, keep some cool and in control, and you did that, so many times. It doesn’t need to be pressured injury; just control when that’s the last thing you want. The game.”
“But—”
“I gave him New York, and it’s a promise my presence won’t grow there. I lost a place I don’t want to rule and gained a powerful ally I want. And you. I got you.”
“And now we’re going to meet our wedding party?”
I smile. “That hatpin? Remember it.”
“What—”
“Keep your cool.”
Before she can speak, two of my men approach and grab her.
“Nikolai!”
I ignore her. “Gag her, blindfold her, and tie her up. I’ll take care of her in a minute.”
Chapter18
Rose
Itwist and turn, my hands tied to something above me as my feet just touch the ground. The gentle roll of the yacht as it cuts through the water isn’t about to soothe me.
The goons—he brought goons on board—dragged me kicking and screaming like a stupid damsel from some old movie down the stairs, and now I’m here.
Alone.
With only the rock of the boat and my murderous, blood-filled thoughts.
I should be scared. I’m not.
My heart ticks up, and my skin starts to sing as someone enters the berth. Not one sound, not even breathing, but I know, I feel, that he’s here. Nikolai.
I scream at him that he’s a bastard, that I hate him, I’m going to kill him, but a hand slips over the gag in my mouth, whispering fairy dust delight over my lips. Then he moves to the back of me, his heat seeping in and the telltale scent of jasmine, sex, earth, and darkness teases my senses.
He’s erotic, home, love.
Slow, like there’s all the time in the world, he presses into me, and my body throbs, the hardness of his huge erection at my lower back. His hand steals down over the silk of my gown, pulling it up.
