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After another moment, his muscles relaxed and he laid us down against the mat. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, nose, lips. Gentle now, as if worshiping every part of me. His thumb traced my cheekbones and jawline, and his gaze followed.

“Everything I imagined and more,” he murmured. “I will never get enough of you.”

I could honestly say I felt the exact same.

And for once, I wasn’t afraid.

CHAPTER 32

Dominic

The woman sitting next to me on my living room couch was the most unbelievably incredible woman I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. And not just my eyes—less than two hours ago, I was driving my cock deep into her warmth, hearing her scream my name in pleasure. My cock twitched with the memory.

What the fuck had I done—or perhaps more accurately,notdone—to deserve someone like her? Karma must have looked the other way.

As much as I wanted to continue getting to know every inch of Bree’s body and life intimately, we had work to do. Bree had started telling me what had happened to her over the past month, so I made the excruciating decision for us to get dressed and return to my penthouse.

We’d run into Marissa and Frankie in the Sato estate’s foyer on the way out. Other than tangling her fingers with mine, Bree had all but ignored their jokes and attempts for details. Her ability to rise above was commendable, especially with a sister like Marissa.

I brought all three women back to my place to discuss the situation. Ichiro’s pyrocrystal legacy lived on despite his death, and Bree’s information might be the key to ending it once and for all.

It had been difficult to control the rage that wanted to consume me as she described her time with the venomous sea witch and the soon-to-be-dead King Ateleíotes. What I wouldn’t give to face them both right now and rip their limbs from their still-breathing bodies. Jou rumbled his agreement.

I gripped the arm of the couch to expel some of the rising anger. Beside me in his chair, Aaron glanced down at my hand, then shot me an understanding look. I’d called him as soon as we’d left the estate, asking him to meet us here. Keiko remained at Rin’s side.

“I wish we could’ve met under different circumstances,” Bree said to Aaron with a sigh. “I’m so sorry to hear about your friend Rin. From what I remember, he seemed very likable, despite being complicit in my kidnapping.” She arched an eyebrow in my direction.

He had been following my orders. The man was innocent. I swallowed hard, knowing she’d have the opportunity to get to know Rin, but not Hayai.

Aaron’s smile was sad. “He’ll survive. That’s what’s most important. You’ll have plenty of time to get back at him.”

“There’s one more thing I need to tell you all, and it’s kind of big.” Bree wrung her hands in her lap and looked at her sister, who nodded her encouragement. “We, uh, well, we’re kind of important back home. Our father, you see, he’s?—”

“We’re princesses,” Marissa blurted out. She sat on the other side of her sister. “Our father is the king of the Naftes Kingdom.”

While I hadn’t known that detail, the news wasn’t all that surprising. Being princesses explained quite a bit about the sisters’ desire for secrecy.

Bree cast a nervous glance around the room. “Why isn’t anyone acting surprised?”

Still staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows with her back to us, Frankie shrugged. “I’ve known since the day I met you two.”

“What? How?”

The fae woman chuckled and turned to face the sisters. “It’s not so obvious now, but back then, both of you stood out like sore thumbs. Y’all came from upper class, that much was clear.”

Marissa arched an eyebrow. “Upper class isn’t the same as royalty, though.”

“Maybe not, but add in the comments I heard over the years, and I put two and two together.”

Bree grimaced. “I hope no one else at the gym overheard anything.”

My shoulders tensed. If that ended up being the case, I might need to do some damage control to protect her. Not that she couldn’t protect herself, but what was the point of having all the Sato wealth if I didn’t put it to good use?

“Nah, I love a good eavesdroppin’,” Frankie said, leaning her hip against a chair. “I only overheard stuff when no one else was around. You two were close-lipped otherwise.”

I relaxed. One problem solved.

“Why didn’t you tell us you knew?” Marissa asked.

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