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Not when he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

“If I could, I’d steal you away. I’d never let another man come near you. I’d kill anyone who tried. I’d keep you for myself, pamper and cherish you. You’d want for nothing,ma douce. My beautiful girl.”

A single tear fell, and my body finally gave into the release it had been chasing. Automatically, I moved my hips up, eager for more of his touch.

The small movement was just enough for him to slip inside me, his large cock moving easily through the moisture that lined my channel. I gasped, both in shock and pleasure, as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had rolled through me. My vision blackened, the gold molding on the ceiling disappearing from view. I waited for the pain to hit me, the familiar feeling of violation, but nothing came. Instead, I felt Cooper shudder and pulse within me, his dick hardening even more as he reached his high.

“Fuck, angel…” He let loose a symphony of profanity, the foul language somehow turning me on more. As he continued to rock against me, a masculine groan came from the back of his throat.

“My god, this perfect pussy.”

I was still in the clouds, throbbing with my own release. But before I knew what was happening, I felt my insides start to clench again, turned on by Cooper’s release. I felt his come, hot within me, and realized that I’d never felt anything like it. A man had never fucked me without a condom, and instead of being horrified, I was turned on even more.

Cooper continued thrusting, moving past his own sticky release. He wasn’t as hard as he had been before, but he was returning to full mast by the second.

“What are you doing?” I panted. I needed him to stop, the sensation far too strong. But on the other hand, I needed more. More of everything. More of his pubic bone rubbing against me, more of his harsh breath against the canal of my ear.

“I’m doing what a man does. What a man should. You’re coming for me again, baby. And once you’ve done that, I’m going to give you even more of my come. And then I’ll hold you close to my chest, kiss every inch of you, and then thank the fucking stars that we managed to find each other.”

Chapter Twenty

Cooper

Eventually, I took Allegra back to her office, just in time for her afternoon patients. I gave her a soft kiss before I let her exit my car. She turned to enter the building, but I rolled down the window and called after her. “Will you have dinner with me? Tonight?”

She looked over her shoulder, no doubt ensuring that no one was watching our interaction. Finally, she gave a slight nod. “I get off at six o’clock. But don’t pick me up here…pick me up at my apartment.”

The next few hours dragged on, but I spent them wisely. I drove to Chaumet, one of the nicest jewelry stores in Paris. It took me a while to find something that looked like Allegra, but when I saw a fifteen-carat heart-shaped ruby necklace, I knew it was perfect for her. It was large enough that most people would think it was costume jewelry, but I would know that she wore a piece fit for a queen.

Part of me couldn’t believe I was buying jewelry for a woman. But when I thought back to how scared she was of me, and my desperate urge to show her she belonged to me and me alone, I decided that a piece of jewelry would do the trick. It would serve two purposes—it would help me earn her forgiveness, but would also claim her as mine. Let boys try and pick her up when she was wearing hundreds of thousands of euros worth ofjewelry from me.

I liked the thought a lot.

I drove straight to her apartment, my hands on my thighs as I waited for her.

The second she came out of the door, I stepped out of my car. It wasn’t normal behavior for me, acting like a gentleman, but where Allegra was concerned—nothing was normal.

As she moved towards the soft glow of the streetlights, I found myself mesmerized by her grace. She looked beautiful in a simple black dress, with her hair down and classic pearl earrings. Elegant and sophisticated, she would be the envy of every woman at the restaurant.

“You look stunning,” I murmured, my eyes roaming appreciatively over her form. My compliment left a flush upon her cheeks—reminding me of the way she looked when she was underneath me earlier today, her face contorted in the pleasure I gave her. I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the passenger door.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet. Gone was the easygoing chatter we shared during therapy—instead, the air was pregnant with meaning and the changing state of our relationship.

When we arrived at Steele’s restaurant, the maître d’ recognized me immediately, his eyes widening slightly. “Mr. Moreau, welcome to The Sterling Rose. I have a table that I always set aside for Mr. Steele. Would you like to use it?”

“Yes, we would.”

The maître d’ gave a slight bow, and I stifled a laugh. Did that stuff really impress people?

“Please, follow me.”

As we walked through the main dining area, we drew curious glances from every table. Men looked at Allegra with barely concealed desire, while women glanced at me with a mixture of fear and attraction. I smirked inwardly. Let them look. They could never have what was mine.

The maître d’ led us to a secluded area of the restaurant, opening a heavy wooden door to reveal a private dining room. The space was a testament to Steele’s impeccable taste—rich, dark wood paneling, a crystal chandelier casting a warm glow, and a single table draped in crisp white linen at the center.

“Your server will be with you shortly,” the maître d’ said, bowing again before closing the door behind him.

I pulled out Allegra’s chair, inhaling deeply as she sat down. The scent of her perfume—I’d now recognize it anywhere—filled my senses. “Wine?” I asked, already moving towards the vintage bottle of Château Margaux that Steele always had at any table he dined at.

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