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“You can touch them if you want,” I whisper.

He moves to lie beside me, his head on the pillow and his large frame dwarfing me as he settles on his side. Love seeps from his eyes as he takes me in, and his thick fingers brush a tendril of my hair, the softness of his actions a contrast to the hulk of a man he is.

Something settles between us, an unspoken longing, a forbidden action neither of us can deny, nor would we want to, no matter how devastating the consequences.

I shift, positioning myself higher than him and my breasts in line with his face, then I lean forward and, with a hand on my breast, offer my nipple to his waiting mouth. His hot breath flutters over the peak before he takes my hand away, replacing it with his, and a surge of need pulsates down to my core when he suckles on my nipple and a groan rumbles in his throat.

He caresses my breast as his tongue toys with my nipple, then he pops off. “You’re so much softer than I imagined.”

I wish I could bottle up the sensation and meaning behind his words as his eyes glint with wonder. Then I take a mental snapshot of this intimate moment we’re experiencing, stripped of our names and connection and allowing each other to be ourselves.

I settle back into the pillow while Stone sucks on me, and I stroke over his shaved head and down his thick neck and back up again. The tips of my fingers dance over his scarred skin delicately as he takes what he needs from me. I offer him the tenderness he deserves, and he grants me the attention I crave.

My heart wills this to be my future, but my future intends to destroy my heart. For tonight, I will embrace it and keep it locked up tight. Another secret to add to the lies. Another reason for a punishment to be delivered, however much I hate it.

Chapter Twelve

Stone

I woke to an empty bed, and if I couldn’t smell her cherry scent on my pillows and her sweet pussy on my fingers, I never would have thought last night happened at all, but my cock stirs as I remember it.

Whenever Sienna would sneak into my room, she would always be gone by the morning, as if she was never there, and I push away the hurt I feel at her absence.

After triple-checking my sparse room for any sign of her presence, I grab a towel and head to the staff showers.

Not having my own bathroom is a pain in the ass, but my father always looks for a reason to make sure I’m below him, and me not having my own facilities when many of the staff do is one of them.

I head upstairs after throwing on a white shirt and black pants, knowing my father hates me dressed in anything other than something deemed acceptable, which is a joke, given I’m anything but acceptable in his life.

Pushing open the kitchen door, I grin when I see Meredith, one of the cooks, taking fresh croissants from the oven.

“You’re wanted upstairs. Azrael is expecting you for breakfast,” she snaps, pointing toward the door.

My steps falter. “Is he?” My mind whirls with the conversations we’ve recently had, and not one of them mentions breakfast with him.

“Now. Go!” Her voice rises, and the panic is because she will have received the venom from Azrael’s spiteful tongue for my absence.

I turn and head upstairs to the dining room, bypassing the security who line the corridors once again.

Then I knock and wait to be granted entry.

“This better be Stone,” he barks out.

“It is,” I grunt as I push open the door.

My breath is stolen from my lungs at the beauty of her, and my footing falters as I will my feet to move and not give anything away.

I take my position at the end of the table and raise my head to find Azrael’s and Czar’s eyes on me. The heat of their stares have sweat gathering on my forehead, but I force myself to remain calm.Do they know?

“Thank you for bringing Sienna home last night,” Azrael says, then takes a spoonful of his granola.

“It’s fine.”

“She shouldn’t have been there in the first fucking place,” Czar snarls, and I couldn’t agree more. Still, after the pleasure we both received last night, I’m also very fucking grateful she was. “You do realize how much you cost me, right?” He glares at Sienna, and she calmly dabs the corners of her precious lips, then places the napkin on her lap and lifts her gaze to Czar’s ruthless glare.

“Millions?”

“Damn fucking right.” Czar slams his fist on the table. “Millions, and do you know who’s going to receive punishment for that loss?”

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