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I burst out laughing. Fucking hell. I storm forward and pull her roughly into my arms. She squeals with surprise as I bury her mouth with mine, bruising and dominating her, taking her lips and keeping them as my prize.

This woman. This fucking woman. “You stood up to Valentin. You negotiated with him.”

“I was just being practical,” she says, her cheeks flushed and happy. “I didn’t really think about who I was dealing with.”

“You’re lucky we’re not dead. God, you crazy woman. I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.”

She beams at me. “You think it’s hot when I stand up for us?”

“I think you’re fucking sexy when you’re strong.” I squeeze her ass and kiss her again. “Now, I’m going to drag you up into my room, and I’m going to break you down until you’re a ball of quivering bliss.”

“What happened to me being strong?”

“You can struggle if you want.” My grip is iron and I’m grinning like a wolf. “But I’m getting what I want.”

And it turns out she’s not interested in a fight when I throw her onto our bed and feast.

Chapter 37

Carmie

Lights spread across the downtown. The view from the hotel room was gorgeous. Montreal spread out like glittering jewels, a weird mixture of old and new. Even though it’s crisp and comfortable outside, I’m wearing only a pair of panties and a light black t-shirt.

I see him reflected in the window before I feel him. Lev’s hands press against my hips and his erection is half-hard against my ass. He leans down to kiss my neck and brushes my hair to the other side. “What do you think?” he asks.

“Do you know how many times I got to travel over the years?”

I can feel his smile on my skin. “Let me guess. Dozens. Hundreds.”

“Never.”

“Come on. You went on vacations, didn’t you?”

“To Sea Isle in New Jersey. Not to Montreal. Definitely not abroad.”

He’s quiet for a moment as he pushes his body against mine and pins me to the window. My fingers press into the glass and the chill brushes my bare thighs, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers. One hand grabs my left wrist and pins it above my head. “Do you want to see the world?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, squirming as his fingers slowly move up my loose shirt and tease my breasts.

“Never thought about it before?”

“Honestly, I never really thought it was in the cards.” I tilt my head back and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his fingers roll around my stiff nipples and begin moving down my belly toward the hem of my underwear.

“Why not?”

“My father was kind of… controlling isn’t exactly the word. He was restrictive. He had ideas about the kind of woman I was supposed to be.”

“That didn’t involve travel?”

“Definitely not. Travel was a luxury. What did I need to travel for?” I whimper lightly as his fingers brush down through my light pubic hair and into the folds of my pussy. He’s going slow and it’s agonizing.

“I’ll take you places then,” he whispers as one finger slides up and down, stroking my clit. “I’ll take you to Paris and London. I’ll show you Tokyo and Hong Kong. We’ll walk across Italy and eat in tiny restaurants.”

“And who’s watching the baby?”

He laughs as two fingers sink inside of my wet pussy. I groan, back arching into him. “A fleet of nannies,” he says. “However many you need.”

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