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“Trey’s been begging me to kiss you,” she says, cupping Isabel’s cheeks and sliding her lips over Isabel’s mouth.

They’re kissing, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest, watching with rapt fascination. They both begin to rock their hips, and the feel of Isabel’s pussy gripping me tighter has my breathing coming out in short spurts.

“That’s it, Isabel. Show them what a slut my wife is,” I growl out, feral and nearly out of control.

She rocks against me harder, faster, and soon we’re both lost in the feel of each other. I no longer worry about Trey and Vera, only my own wife. I mean, Isabel.

Fuck, I’d be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to be able to call this woman my wife. It’s a goal I strive for. One day, she will be my wife.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Come for me, only me.” I lock eyes with Isabel, and she moans as her release finds her. She keeps rocking against me, and she leans in, to where our foreheads rest against each other. “Only ever for me,” I whisper.

She kisses me as her body calms. However, my body’s only coming alive. I breathe her in as every cell in my body vibrates with desire. This woman has completely done something to me. I’m so close to coming undone in her arms. “I’ll only ever come for you, Lincoln,” she whispers.

My eyes lock on hers as pleasure races through my body, starting as a gentle tremor and then surging with a powerful rush. My breath hitches, and for a heartbeat, all I can think about is the fierce possessiveness coursing through me. She’s mine—completely, undeniably mine. The thought only makes my release more intense, until I’m trembling with a dominance that settles hot in my veins.

Eventually, our breathing slows and reality drifts back into focus. My gaze shifts to Trey and Vera just as they, too, ride the end of their own pleasure. The air feels heavy with satisfaction and a newly shared understanding, but my attention snaps back to Isabel in an instant. Something has changed between us—something I don’t entirely understand yet, but I can already feel how deeply it’s carved itself into my bones.

Chapter 24

Isabel

A restless energy thrums in my veins as I follow Vera through the shifting crowd, the bass from the speakers pulsing under my feet. I catch a fleeting glance of Lincoln across the room. He’s watching me go, brow furrowed with concern. But I give him a small nod, hoping to reassure him that I’ll be right back. The plan is simple: a quick trip to the restroom, fix my hair, gather my composure, and return to the mission at hand. We need to stay close to Vera and Trey if we want a chance at learning where Morris is hiding tonight.

Vera giggles as we step into a plush corridor lit by soft sconces. The hush of the party falls away behind us. She links her arm through mine, guiding me toward an unmarked door. Once inside, I find a restroom as opulent as the rest of the club, complete with marble sinks, gilded mirrors, and a faint perfumed scent. A couple of women stand at the far mirror,reapplying lipstick, but they’re quick to finish and breeze out, leaving us alone in the quiet space.

“We’re all set,” Vera says, turning to me with a grin. “Just a little freshening up, right?”

“Yeah.” My throat is dry, my thoughts still whirling from the heated moment between Lincoln and me. I was happy to head away when Vera mentioned freshening up in the restroom. I needed a moment to compose myself, because sure as I ever was… I love him.

Vera rummages through a tiny gold clutch, extracting a compact mirror and a tube of lipstick the color of fresh blood. She hums softly, touches up her lips, then glances at me. “You’re definitely the adventurous type, aren’t you?”

I force a light laugh. “I guess so.” My fingers tremble a little as I smooth the edges of my eyeliner. There’s a tang of adrenaline still lingering on my tongue. Something about being in this quiet space with Vera suddenly makes me feel exposed, and I’m not sure why.

She sidles closer, her tone still playful. “You and Lincoln have quite the chemistry. I can see why you two like to… indulge.”

I meet her gaze in the mirror, trying to project confidence. “We do,” I say, hoping she doesn’t notice how fast my pulse is racing.

A slow, knowing smile curves her red lips. “But you’re not really married, are you?”

My heart slams to a stop. “What?”

Vera taps her lipstick tube against the counter, her eyes flicking over me in the mirror’s reflection. “Come on, Isabel,” her head cants to the side as she studies my expression. “Maddox.”

My stomach twists. This is exactly the confrontation Lincoln and I dreaded, but from Vera? The one we’ve been trying to charm all night? “You’re… um, who are you?” I try to convey power, but my voice comes out wobbly.

She laughs—a quiet, silky sound that sets my nerves on edge. “Oh, Isabel,” she croons, shutting her compact with a snap. “You think we didn’t set all this up?” Her smile glitters with the triumph of someone who’s figured out a puzzle. “Led you exactly here.”

Fear roils through my gut. My eyes flick to the door, and Vera moves to block my path. “Lincoln will…”

“Will what?” She cuts me off, arching a brow. “Listen, sweetie, I was willing to let you and your protective pseudo-husband play your games, but Morris has other ideas.”

I open my mouth to demand answers, but the click of the restroom door swinging open makes my eyes widen. My heart lodges in my throat when Trey steps in, followed by a tall figure dressed in an immaculate suit—Morris, I realize with a jolt—and two burly men who fan out behind him. Their presence sucks the air from the room. Trey locks the door, and the echo of the latch sliding home feels like a dagger of certainty.I’m trapped.

My pulse thunders. I glare at them, trying to quell the tremor in my muscles. “What’s going on?”

Morris’s dark eyes land on me, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips. Up close, I see the cold calculation in his gaze. “Hello, Isabel,” he says, voice as smooth as satin. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you in person.”

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