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Elara seems to be my only option. But she’ll never agree. Not willingly, anyway.

Though I don’t have to give her a choice. She needs money. I know the issues she’s having with paying for her grandfather’s care. I can pay for it and more. She’ll never want for anything with me.

I’ll have to think about it. Have to see what happens when she starts working with Brody.

“I’ve gotta go,” I tell my father. “You can see yourself out.”

“Love you too, son,” he calls out with amusement while I storm upstairs to take a damn shower.

The water roars to life as soon as I have it running. I step out of my clothes and enter under the steam.

Liquid pours down over my head, my cock hard and throbbing as I grab it in my palm and stroke it. Images of her storm into my mind.

The feeling of her pussy, how wet and warm it was when I finger-fucked it. I can feel it now, stretching over my fingers. Want to watch her cunt stretch to fit me. Gonna make her take every single one of my piercings and beg for more.

Should’ve dropped to my knees and tasted her.

“Oh, fuck.”

My head falls back against the tiled wall, and my balls ache as I imagine doing just that, throwing her leg on my shoulder and running my tongue over her wet cunt.

She bucks and groans, my name on her tongue as she yanks my hair and comes all over my mouth. And as she does, so do I, roaring as my cum shoots out, washed away by the water. Yet I’m still not satisfied, because I want the real thing.

I want her.

This is precisely why I can’t marry her… Yet the thought of her taking someone else’s last name makes my blood boil.

Elara Quinn. That sure has a nice ring to it.

When I’m done washing off, I get dressed and pick up the phone I left on my bed. Opening it, I find one of the photos I took. I need to know who this DK is. Grabbing my laptop from my dresser drawer, I enter our security system, hoping to find something on this person and how he knows Elara.

But I’m empty-handed. The number is encrypted at the highest level. Whoever she’s connected to knows how to hide his tracks. I stare at the number, knowing I shouldn’t call it.

To hell with that. I can’t sit here and do nothing. I need to know who is on the other line.

I dial it before I change my mind, and it rings twice.

“Hello?” a man answers. “Hello? Evelyn? What are you doing calling me from this number?”

Who the hell is Evelyn?

The phone clicks, and I realize he hung up.

Shit.

Maybe I should just call back and scare the fuck out of him so he tells me who he is and how Evelyn is connected to Elara.

But when I do, I realize that the number is now disconnected.

“Damn it!” I squeeze the phone in my grasp.

What have I done?

Now I really have nothing to go on.

CHAPTER 14

ELARA

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