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My mouth tenses.Yes!
“I have done nothing to warrant an apology,” Victor assures.
My head cocks to the side as I stare at this deranged man. “You sure? Are there any more women?”
“Yes. In fact, there are thousands of females in all of Arlington and trillions in the world.”
“Victor,” my tone lengthens in warning, “Madeline. Now Angelina. These aren't just . . .” I try to come up with the right words. They aren't buzzards from a one-night stand. Madeline claimed to be his fiancée. Angelina was too bold for my taste.
“Little One,” Victor begins to come toward me.
My eyes roll away from his calming cobalt ones. Victor turns the chair around, and he crouches at eye level.
“I haven't seen Angelina in ages. She means nothing, never did.”
“Well, she didn't carry herself like this was a whim.” I huff as my response. “What about Madeline?”
“Thatwas an arrangement—I will not repeat myselfagain.”
“Okay.” My mouth tugs into a frown. “Is this an arrangement? Will I not have gotten the memo like Angelina and Madeline? I guess this is where I insert all my queries because you’ll lead me on until? Until when, Victor?”
He hefts a chuckle. “You’re so bloody cheeky, spirited even. Ilovethat, Little One.”
“And I love you,” I snarl, hating the pull, the tug, the fucking hold he has over my body. Loathing how I was jealous of a woman in two point twoseconds flat—abhorred Angelina before I knew the bitch’s name. “I love a man that I hardly know. It’s fucking infuriating.”
Victor’s hands frame my face with a gentle, firm touch. “Ahhh, infuriated? Shall we redirect those emotions down a proper course?”
“You have themadmanglint in your eye.”
“Yes, the possessive royal, I am. You threatened! When you feel cornered, in the bloody clutch, you threaten to leave, Lux. Can’t have that, can we?”
After all the incensed words and his sharp, clenched jaw, Victor’s tongue tastes of sweet poison, running over my lips. He doesn’t pry them apart.
No coercion.
No pain.
Just a delicious dose of temptation.
“I’m yours, but are you truly mine, huh? Huh? You make me weak,” I murmur as his mouth trails the mounds of my breasts. The heat radiating from Victor’s body is intoxicating. I’m ready to overthrow my inhibitions.
“Imakeyou stronger.”
Voice a hollow croak, I retort, “I asked Monica how you were the Duke of Arlington. I asked Burt about the guestroom. I’ll be damned if I have to google my manthistime.But these are all questions that—”
Victor’s lips run possessively over my nipple, sending rivulets of desire quaking through my channel.
I pout. “Stop. We’re talking.”
“I bloody can’t stop, Luxury.”
“Pl—”
“I haven’t licked your other nipple yet. Haven’t tasted your pussy, either.”
“Vic—”
An ardent tongue lashes my other nipple, popping it into his mouth as his hands lightly squeeze my hips. Victor moves to his knees, resting my thighs on his shoulders, calves draped over his back. Deft hands strike my labia, fingertips brushing the folds wide to reveal my clit.
