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“I could’ve died,” she says, voice broken.
I nod, turning away to capture the head of a rose in a vase on the accent table.Because of you, arsehole, she could’ve died.I berate myself while the petals slip from my fingertips into the water.
“Quite unfortunate.” That sounded too callous. I clear my throat, returning my gaze to the melancholy girl. I’m still rendered speechless.
“Here one day, gone the next. Like my mo—” Luxury chokes on emotion. My hand slips up and down her neck, and I pull her to me. The salt of Luxury’s tears wets my mouth.
Hire a detail.
Keep the girl safe, you wanker!
Luxury captures my face now, and we’re desperate, drowning in the brilliant taste of each other. Her laughter brushes against my lips. It’s a pathetic sound I shouldn’t grow to appreciate.
But it does something to me. Deflects the guilt.
“I’m going crazy, Vic,” she groans. Again, we’re senseless pleasure-seeking animals, tasting from each other’s mouths. “You stitch together hearts, literally, but I might need someone for my brain, Dr. Finch.”
I ensnare her mouth, grabbing a fist full of arse while my other hand strokes the silky arch at the small of her back. I’ve not the remedy for Luxury’s sanity. I growl, “I’m all you need. Say it.”
“All I need,” Luxury sighs dreamily.
The thought of possessing Luxury Whitson knocks me off my feet. I’ve surpassed the thought of harming her. I’m thedishonorableduke, the one my father created. But Luxury’s pain is malleable in my hands.
“Allow me to wash away all your worries, Little One.” I grip the hair at both sides of Luxury’s face and plant a sweltering kiss on her lips.
“Please,” she moans.
When I let go, her hair goes falling all around her shoulders like a reddish-golden lioness’ mane. After I’ve completely undressed Luxury, I lead her to the water.
“Mmmm,” she sighs, bubbles titillating her luscious skin. I unbutton my shirt at the wrists and push the sleeves up.
“Victor, get in.”
“Not until my girl relaxes.” I take a crystal pitcher from the ledge and scoop it in the water as Luxury leans back. I slowly pour the steamy water over her hair. I grab the shampoo and wash. A moan slips from Luxury’s pouted lips, causing my tortured cock to seep.
My fingers tangle around her hair, applying gentle pressure to Luxury’s scalp. Her head falls back onto the leather headrest. Bliss radiates off the most beautiful, honeyed sight I’ve ever seen.
Beads of sweat run between the valley of her breasts, calling my attention. My mouth falls over her tit, teeth gently nipping at the nipple, then my tongue follows the trail down to her stomach until my current position prevents me from going further. I groan at the thought of tasting her cunt and return to my previous task.
A cascade of water rinses the shampoo from Luxury’s scalp. More pleasure’s derived from her body as she hums when my hands work in the moisturizing conditioner and my mouth follows the passage at the nape of her neck.
A dreamy murmur caresses across my jaw. “God, I love you, Victor.”
The weight of her avowal echoes in my brain—you lovely, foolish creature.My mind centers on a coherent strand of thoughts. Such as her age.Don’t hold that against her, Vic.Eyes shut, a stain blossoms over her cheeks at the lack of my response.
I’m rarely in this predicament. Women usually scream out declarations of love during multiple climaxes. It’s a little easier to stomach. I reach down and kiss Luxury’s lips. Her soapy hands are silky against my jaw as she deepens the kiss with her tongue swirling around mine. The warm water drenches my sleeves and down my chest as Luxury’s mouth takes me deeper than I’ve ever been.
“Please, Victor, say it back.” Her voice is breathless.
I’ll never reciprocate her feelings. I’ve evaded my duchy for far too long. However, my royal requirements haven’t impeded me from returning her affections.
Once I’ve uncovered the true reason someone targeted Dr. Whitson and perhaps the connection to Charles Everhart, I will release Luxury. My inability to love her will be absolved, bearing in mind Isavedher father.
I grab a plush towel from the marble countertop next to the infinity tub and scoop Lux out of the bath. Her sultry, wet body crushes against my chest as I wrap the towel around her.
“Vic.” She chews nervously at her bottom lip.
I reply in a tone that reeks of possession. “Do not speak.”
