Page 74 of Ivory Oath

“And we can worry about that later.” I cup her breast, enjoying the weight of her in my hand. “After I make you come.”

I slide my hand down her stomach and she stiffens. She snaps her legs together and grabs my arm.

I frown. “What is it?”

Her cheeks darken, turning red. “I’m just—dirty.”

“Fuck yes, you are.”

“No,” she laughs. “Not like that. Like, I am sweaty and the inside of my thighs are a sticky mess. I need a shower.”

“I don’t give a shit about any of that. For better or worse, remember?”

I swat her hand away, but she coils into a ball like a naked armadillo. “For better or worse is for when we’re old and gray and have fallen and can’t get up. It can’t start on the morning after our wedding!”

I grimace. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

She eases back down slightly, peeking at me over the blanket. “Really?”

“Really.”

She blows out a breath. “Okay. Good. Let me shower and then?—”

I throw back the blanket and scoop her up. She yelps, but it’s already too late. I’m up and heading down the hall.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks, covering herself like I haven’t seen and tasted every inch of her.

I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. She lunges for the door, but I slam it shut, backing her against the wood until she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes.

“I’m giving you exactly what you want, Viviana.” She swallows and I tip my head towards the steaming shower. “Now, get in the shower before I change my mind.”

Her chest is rising and falling fast. I can tell she’s debating staying put and taking whatever punishment I decide to dish out. I can guarantee she’ll enjoy it. But after a second, she marches past me and steps into the shower.

I make it as far as squirting body wash into the palm of my hand when Viviana presses her palms against the tile and wiggles her ass in my direction.

“There’s no sense cleaning up if we’re just going to make another mess,” she suggests, her green eyes wide and innocent.

Dirty, indeed.

I fuck her into the shower wall.

I drive into her hard and fast—the exact opposite of last night. When she screams my name, I grab her hair and arch her back, letting her wail it to the sky.

When her legs are too shaky to stand, I pick her up, wrap her around my waist, and press into her quivering body slowly. I draw out every last second of being in this cabin with her until I can’t hold back.

I spill into her, giving her everything I have.

Then I grab the body wash from the shower floor and clean her up like I promised.

The moment I park the car in front of the mansion, I see Raoul.

Actually, I see a lot of my men.

There are new guards posted at the gates and men milling around the driveway. The cameras posted along the fence are as big as ravens. If anyone comes through the gates who isn’t supposed to, it won’t be because they didn’t know they were on camera.

“Different vibe here,” Viviana remarks softly from the passenger seat. She’s sunk down in the seat, looking as reluctant as I feel to climb out and face reality.

“It’s safer.”

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