Page 85 of King of Pain

My fist clenches at my side. This does not sound good. Not at all.

Kate gives me a quizzical look, surely wondering abut the dark expression on my face.

More and more memories are filtering back. And I know if I’m taking on Mason, I’m going to need some help.

Maybe being in Vegas for the summer is a good thing after all. Kate’s right. There is some shit to work out with my family, I just don’t think it’s in the way Kate’s envisioning.

“You can stay with me and Kate, bug. You’re going to love her.”

“Thank you,” Arabella answers. “But Mason already set me up in one of the apartment complexes, so I’d have a place of my own. Which is a shitty consolation prize. I just landed a position at Dior that I’m going to have to give up. I could kill Mason.”

“There is a lot of that going around.” I’m going to have to talk to Roman. It might be time to do something about our leader.

EPILOGUE

Six months later…

Kate

“Almost ready?”Luke calls from the bedroom.

It’s nearly Christmas and we’re staying at Luke’s Vegas apartment while we’re in the city to celebrate the holidays with his family and attend Arabella’s wedding.

I check the loose waves of my hair, made even prettier by the stylist who left fifteen minutes ago. “Almost.”

Luke appears in the door just as I pull on the pale pink gown I’m wearing.

His eyes darken. “I should have stayed in the bedroom,” he rumbles. “I just want to take that dress back off you.”

I blush. Inwardly I heat too, because I am very much looking forward to when he peels this dress off of me and we do all manner of deliciously dirty things.

But right now… “Arabella will kill us both if we’re late.”

“Bug would. You’re right.”

“Zip me,” I say, pointing to my back.

He pushes off the door jam and saunters into the bathroom. “It’s bad enough that I have to look at you like this, dressed in the perfect shade to match your gorgeous nipples, but now you want me to touch you?”

I roll my eyes. “You’ll control yourself somehow.”

He grabs my zipper and slowly pulls the dress closed, kissing my shoulder as he does. “You overestimate my control.”

I tip my head, giving him more access to my neck. I overestimate my own too. One more kiss and I might rip the dress off myself.

Reaching for the small jewelry holder, I slip my engagement ring on my finger. The stunning pink diamond shimmers back up at me. “The dress matches my ring.”

Luke’s arm snakes around my body, his fingers splaying out over my belly. “Don’t crinkle the silk,” I whisper even as my ass settles against his already hard cock.

“Oh, I’m going to mess you up so good,” he rumbles into my ear. “Wrinkled. Stained. Mussed.” His tongue is swirling up my neck. “Might have to do it right now.”

“Luke,” I gasp, pushing closer. “After all the work and money…” The stylist alone must have cost a small fortune.

I’m slowly adjusting to the fact that Luke is ridiculously rich and likes spending money on me.

Even with everything that’s happened with Mason, he has enough money that I’m not sure we could spend it all in multiple lifetimes.

“That’s what money is for.”

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