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“You’re going to wait for my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?” When she moaned in response, I pumped my fingers deeper, making her cry out.

“Yes, sir.” Her thighs began to tremble, and I slowed down, making her groan in response.

“Not yet,kotic.” I fucked her slowly with my fingers, her entire body shaking. “You’re going to wait until I can rip that wedding dress right off you. I’m going to own this cunt. It will be mine to breed, to fuck, to love, forever.”

“Oh, my God, Kreos,” she whimpered, and I went back to sucking on her clit.

Every fiber of my being was screaming for me to fuck her on that table. But I held back. Because I wanted it to be special for her. So she could remember that I wasn’t always the monster. That I was there to cherish every inch of her. Not like the first time we’d met, when I’d been so fucking consumed by her innocence and beauty, I couldn’t even think straight. That was the first and last time I’d lost control.

Until now.

Now I was on the verge of complete obsession.

“You’re mine, Alora. I’ll never let you fucking go.”

I fucked her with my fingers without mercy, her soft cries filling the room as I tongued her clit expertly. I would never tire from hearing her sweet moans. She was made just for me, and I meant it when I said I would never let her go.

She rode my face, digging her nails into my scalp. Her scent coursed through my veins like a drug I never wanted to quit. I was rewarded a moment later whenshe came with a scream, my name on her sweet lips. I licked up every drop of her sweetness, savoring it.

If anyone dared try to take her away from me, I would kill them.

She was mine.

Forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Alora

“Keep your eyes closed,” Kreos murmured, his hands resting on my shoulders as we moved down the hall.

Butterflies danced in my stomach as the air shifted, becoming much cooler as we moved through what felt like a doorway. He’d woken me up in the morning to tell me he had a surprise for me. Then devoured every inch of my body until I was crying out his name.

I’d gone to bed last night determined not to let what happened in the office happen again. But all it had taken was one filthy whisper in my ear, one soft bite on my shoulder, and I’d turned to putty in his hands. I’d thought I was stronger than that.

Apparently not.

Things had started to change in the last few days. Well, maybe it was me doing all the changing. The thing was, I’d thought I’d have to try a lot harder to fake being a happy fiancée. But in reality, it was—natural. Being happy here in this home was natural. Even worse? Being with him felt natural.

I was supposed to be using him for his money so that I could escape with Dove. Instead, I was becoming more conflicted with each passing day. When heinsisted on removing my birth control implant, I barely put up a fight. Afterwards, I convinced myself it was fine. Dove could sneak me a new prescription, and Kreos would never have to know.

I’d had a plan. Then he’d gone and fucked up my plan by being sweet and caring and giving me the wildest orgasms of my life. Last night, he’d even massaged my calves and feet when I’d said they hurt from walking in heels for most of the day.

Bela had insisted I wear them so I would be prepared to walk in them on my wedding day. She’d been so enthusiastic and insistent that I try on every single accessory, even though I’d told her a diamond crown would be way too much. Yesterday had seemed normal. The ease of our friendship, the champagne, the laughter had been more than just fun, it had been exciting. But it made me miss Solene, Mira, and Margot even more. I’d have to talk to Kreos about letting me see them.

I understood that things were different now, that I could potentially be a target and had to be careful. The thought should have scared me, but for some reason, I believed him when he said he’d keep me safe. Just like yesterday. You would have thought being escorted around town by six armed guards would have been jarring. But it wasn’t. I’d never felt more protected in my life.

Bela and I drank champagne, shopped in luxury boutiques I would have never dreamed of going to, and even ate at an exclusive restaurant that had a six-month waiting list. Not for us, though. The mere mention of Kreos’ name and management had been scrambling to serve us.

A devil’s bargain, that was what it was. Freedom for protection and luxury. The worry about paying bills, taking care of Dove, even the daily struggle of trying to survive—it was all gone because of Kreos. My old life seemed to be slipping away, and a part of me was angry with myself for being so OK with that.

I was seeing firsthand what happiness could look like with him.

And I was terrified of it.

Not to mention the whole mole situation. That I hadn’t been expecting. I had a feeling that was what Dylan and I had walked in on all those weeks ago. Someone was trying to sabotage his business, and we’d just strolled right into the middle of it.

I should have told Kreos about the dying man and the coin. I’d had so many opportunities to say something, but the longer I kept it a secret, the more it seemed like a betrayal. And well, I knew how he felt when he thought someone betrayed him. I just hoped I would never have to explain it to him.

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