Page 67 of Deception

Taking Lucy’s hand, he makes a big production of kissing it.

“Get your own, wise-ass.” I playfully push him away when he wiggles his brows at me with eyes glinting a mischievous shade of blue.

The way Lucy combs her fingers through his hair makes me wonder what kind of mother she’ll be. Especially with the soft, goofy smile she gives him. Earlier, when Ana was awake, she was fawning over her too. Children seem to be a soft spot for her, and when she stands to walk with Zoya to the stairs, I can picture her carrying our children. Where she’s involved, I imagine a lot of things that normally wouldn’t grace my thoughts.

“We’ll finish this conversation tomorrow,” I tell my uncle as I stand and excuse myself.

“Shouldn’t you be saving yourself for the wedding night?” Niko calls after me.

“I’m not the one marrying a nun,” I call back at him, earning myself a glare from my father.

By the time I catch up to the girls on the stairs, the two boys are holding Lucy’s hands.

“Here,” I tell Zoya. “I’ll take her up for you.”

“We’re on the second floor. The room at the end,” she says, carefully handing me her daughter before we take the next flight of stairs. “Unfortunately, this princess is still sleeping in our room.”

We reach the second floor, and while I follow Zoya to the room, Lucy heads up to our suite.

“I like her,” Zoya tells me as I put her sleeping girl on the bed. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t fuck with her though,” I laugh, leaving her to deal with the two boys tearing the room next door apart.

The suite is barely lit by the moonlight, but it’s impossible for me to miss Red standing outside on the balcony. Before I go to her, I grab the jewellery box from the safe in the bedroom closet.

“Why did you pick this place?” she asks as I stand in the open doorway, admiring her silhouette inthatdress.

It’s been impossible to take my eyes off her the entire night. My hands have ached and itched to touch her every second. And now that we’re alone, my dick is throbbing to get inside her.

“You told me you like the sun.” Standing beside her, I note the two tumblers of vodka sitting on the stone chess table as I open the box in my hand and hold it to her. “It’s not a conventional ring, but we’re not conventional people.”

“It won’t be a conventional marriage either.”

Taking the string of diamonds from their cushioning, I drop the box into one of the lounge chairs.

“I won’t just be your husband,” I say, holding the necklace up with both hands. “And you won’t just be my wife.”

Coming closer, she licks over her lips when her throat touches the glittering thread. “You’re my master, and I’m your pet.”

“There is no you without me.”

“I’m at your mercy,” she says.

The whisper of her words scorches the air between us as I clasp the choker around her slender neck and then tug her hair loose so that it falls around her. My hands meander down the curve of her back all the way to her ass.

“What are you wearing under your dress?”

“Nothing,” she answers my question with a hitch to her breath. “You took my underwear.”

“Good. That’s how I always want you. Ready to take my cock whenever I want with nothing in the way.”

Red nods, the rise and fall of her chest deepening with her trembling breaths when I hold her chin with my other hand.

“Unless I tell you to cover your cunt, you have no need for panties.”

Blue eyes lower to the ground when I stroke down her throat, tugging at the neckline of her dress so that the sleeves fall off her stunning shoulders, revealing the freckles I adore. I’ve never laid eyes on anything so beautiful in my life. Every inch of skin I expose causes my cock to grow harder. My hunger for her becomes a voracious pang. It’s taking all my control to rid her of the dress in one piece.

“You’ll wear skirts and dresses unless I say otherwise. Understand?”

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