Page 62 of Deviant Royal (Duke of Tudor 1)

My eyelids flutter closed at the sound of Victor’s voice. I could use his demands. The slightest smile floats onto my lips.

“Hey, Vic.”I need you so bad right now.

“You sound stressed? Where are you?” he asks as a percussion of honking cars plays in the background.

“At the police station near my shop.”

“What?”

“I was almost robbed. Luckily a friend came and shot the guy.”

“Don’t move, Little One,” he tells me in a stern voice.

The extreme debt crosses my mind; however, I want him to command me into various positions.

Hell, I’ll take a spanking, call himdaddy.Victor’s an irresistible distraction.

Questioning his financial choices causes a tightening in my throat. I sigh. “You don’t have to send a car. I’ll grab a Ub—”

“Rubbish.”

“Vic.”

“What sort of bloke has a chauffeur retrieve his woman after she’s been accosted?Iwill be there shortly.”

The call ends. Though I’m all shaken up, Victor’s assertiveness places Momma into the tiny compartment in my brain—right where she belongs.

I shiver at the thought of being enveloped in his arms, to inhale him, and be assured that our relationship will outlast my worries.

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VICTOR

Ihadn’t expected the sight of Luxury, so tiny in a shirt and joggers, to stir something long dormant inside of me. I’d reacted like a daft idiot, climbing out of the car in the driver’s lane no less, placing no thought in my action. A symphony of curses and honking horns surrounded us as I scooped Luxury into my arms.

At that precise second, I recalled the day I became such an impassive wanker, the one who cared for nothing. I’d joined X Member and welcomed the numbing of every bone in my body.

Burt’s made himself scarce as I silently lead Luxury into the penthouse. Without a word, my Little One follows me into the luxurious bathroom.

I place a few kisses on the tips of her fingers before letting her hand go. My gaze tells her not to move.

I’ve never drawn a bath for myself, and forever has already slipped past since I bathed someone else. I warm the pipes, and a flood of steaming water pours into the timeless, clawfoot tub.

I pick up the hotel’s signature almond bubble bath and let the silky liquid foam into the heated water.

Luxury has removed her shirt, and she’s placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her joggers.

I stop her movements, then my eyes jet over the delicate hue of her neck. Sidorov was messy. I prefer a clean kill.

My sniper rifle and an unsuspecting victim. A lad who’s not aware he’s dead until the bullet pierces through his heart. But I gauge this situation.If I had the chance to murder Sidorov all over again, I’d rewrite the story. Kill the wanker until his throat tore from screaming.

My palms frame Luxury’s cheeks. Authority colors my eyes as I stare at my possession. “You are under strict ordersnotto do a bloody fucking thing for the rest of this evening, Little One. You’ve me.”

“Thank you,” she says, her voice tiny.

I pull her into my arms. My lips plume over the hurt he caused her while the water continues to fill up. Luxury’s head nestles against my chest.

“Little One, what would I have done if you didn’t have a hero, huh? You’re mine.”

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