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My best friend stares at me. “You look like your father.”
Silence fills the room as neither of us back down. So much has changed since Dom walked into my section of this gritty, filthy world a decade ago. Then, we were two youngbloods proving ourselves. Now? There is far more at stake.
“I attended St. Leonard’s. I made friends there, including Konnor. Perhaps Roman can spend his senior years learning how to build a network there.”
“Don’t throw my brother into a boarding school just because he annoys you.” Willow appeared in the doorway, one hand propped on her hip. “The best way he can learn to rule is from you, Rafe. You are the best.” Her fierce expression doesn’t change an iota.
Her long, black hair hangs down her back, curling around her wrists, a stark contrast to the cream silk jumpsuit.
“His ego didn’t need that,” Dom growls, bending at the waist. He whistles and the young scallion, Charlie without known family, who picked Konnor’s pocket, scampers into the room, positioning himself at the other end of the rug as Dom starts to roll.
“And I don’t need another set of ears in my office,” I reply dryly.
“Charlie, who would you pick to mentor you in this life?” Willow asks suddenly.
The kid eyes her like she’s offering a sweet and has a cleaver behind her back. Knowing my wife, that’s a distinct possibility.
“You want the truth, or wrong answers only?” he pipes up, his cheeky gaze shifting to me.
The corners of my mouth flicker, but I hold myself still. “If you have a death wish…”
Willow shifts at the doorway, her sinuous body displaying her discontent, but we can talk about that later. In our bedroom, or beneath the stars, perhaps.
“Him.” Charlie jerks his head toward Dom, and gets back to work.
Apparently good theater can’t buy his love. And I did ask for the truth, after all. Charlie is of an age with another boy I know. An idea that had been floating around in my mind in fragments solidifies.
“Kudos to you, big man. Should I perhaps have you tutor Roman, along with your new … friend?” I gesture to Willow, turning my palm up on the desk and rolling my fingers toward me.
Her gaze flickers between me and the rug beaters on my floor before she saunters my way. The display is all for me, her hips sashaying in an exaggerated motion that leaves me lightheaded and I know she’s only doing what I ask because she wants to.
“You’re both fucking insane,” Dom mutters. “One, two—” They heft the bleeding rug, and walk it out of my office without another word.
“Probably,” I murmur, pushing my chair out from my desk, my legs spread. “Sit. Please.” I meet her gaze, unwavering.
Willow tips her head to one side, grazing her eyes over me. “What do you want?”
She settles on my knee daintily, but I need more than that after wiping another man’s blood from my face.
My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her sharply into my chest so she slouches between my legs and I’m looking down at her, rather than the other way around. Her delicious fucking rump wriggles against me, and I smack her with an open palm.
“Cute, Willow, but you’re not distracting me. Yet.”
I rub the swell of her ass with my stinging palm. That one hurt both of us, and though I doled out her punishment the night she returned to me and made her new promises at her house—mine being her only home, I won’t have it any other way—I’ll be spanking the sass out of her for the next decade.
“I’m sexy, not cute.” She pouts, wiggling closer to lie her body against mine and finds my mouth with hers. “And I need you.”
Sinking my hand into her luscious, raven-black mane, I rest my forehead against hers. “We’re a volatile mix, you and me,” I murmur. “Thank fuck I can trust you. I’ll ask Luca to prepare the rooftop for tonight’s dinner, if that’s what you want, but first I want to talk to you about two things.”
“Sounds delicious,” she all but purrs into my mouth.
Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her. I’ll never get enough of her.
“But…”
“But you keep needing things. The pressure, Rafe.” She pouts again, and a soft giggle breaks from her lips.
I kiss her hard, dominating her mouth with my tongue and shattering the cute little sound that leaves me aching to fill her with my seed, see her body round with our child. It’s become an obsession since I got her back, wanting her pregnant, and to treat her like the queen she is.
