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He leans back, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. My juices spread all across his face, but he doesn’t make a move to wipe them away.

“You’re mine, forever,” he growls. “But now you know what we have to do, Samantha.”

“What?” I whisper.

“The right thing.”

“I’m confused.”

He sighs. “We have you tell Virgil about us. Because I have a feeling I just put a baby in your belly. And I won’t sneak around any longer.”

Chapter Eleven

Alexander

“Before we tell him, I need to know about your life,” Samantha says as we ride in the limo back toward her childhood home.

I sit back and pull her toward me, stroking my hand through the luscious curls of her auburn hair. Her sexual awakening is happening before my eyes, her expression tensing as though warring between nervousness and desire. Then desire wins, and she pouts at me.

I can tell she wants it again. But we’re being good.

For now.

“What do you want to know?” I ask, comfortably speaking because the driver is separated by soundproofed, clouded glass.

“Well … I guess, are you a good man?”

I chuckle savagely. “That’s a complicated question, Samantha. What is a good man? Is it good to spend your life trading financial accounts, and ignoring the far-reaching consequences? For example, I know of Wall Street traders who pray for floods and famines in certain parts of the world … because it means the stock in certain companies will go up, earning them a larger commission. Is that good?”

“Of course not,” she says. “But what about you?”

I sit up, but keep my hand in her hair, caressing. “My business is not like it was in the old days. It’s more about technology, leverage, blackmail. If somebody steps out of line, I control them that way. And I have many legitimate businesses and charities. I’ve already shown you the dog rescue centers. I also have homeless charities and women’s shelters. I work in real estate, technology, entertainment. Anything you can think of, I have a hand in.

“And people cooperate with me. Have you heard of Jonathan Hyde-Smithson?”

“Of course,” Samantha says. “He’s running for office right now.”

“He’s my candidate,” I tell her. “I happen to know that his competitor is involved in some very dark things in the underbelly of the internet, things I will not repeat to you. So I am working with Jonathan to ensure he wins.”

“And helps you with your businesses?”

I smirk. “You’re going to make a fine queen.”

“So you’re never violent?” she asks doubtfully. “Don’t forget, I saw what you did to that pillar, and that was just hearing about Dirk.”

“Dirk,” I snarl, clenching my fists. “Hearing about what that animal did to you is one of the only times you’ll ever see my temper get the better of me, I promise you that. But to answer your question, yes, I’m sometimes violent … when it’s required. Lesser men might make their men handle their business.”

“But you’re not a coward.”

“Exactly. But I never hurt women or children, and I only hurt men who are scum and deserve it. And I won’t change. This is who I am.”

She cuddles closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I don’t want you to change. I can see that you do more good than bad in the world, Alexander. But I’m just so freaking nervous right now. What if Dad flips out?”

“You belong to me now,” I say firmly. “Nothing is going to change that.”

“I know,” she says. “But I can’t just switch off my emotions.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’d never ask you to do that. Only weak men take the road of trying to control how their women feel. Its men like that who grow bitter and resentful, because they are too cowardly to tell their women what they want, what they need. Do I strike you as that sort of man?”

“No,” she says, finding my lips. For the first time, she initiates a kiss. “And I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

When we get to the house, we go inside and find Virgil in the living room, sipping on a whiskey. He glances at me and I give him a short nod. We called ahead to let him know we had some news, and looking at the way his eyes flit between me and Samantha, I wonder if he has already suspected something.

“Virgil,” I say, sitting down opposite him. “We’ve known each other for years. Even when I disappear on business, I’m always welcome in your home. A man like me doesn’t have friends, just business associates. But you’re the exception. You’re my best friend, Virgil.”

“Okay…” He sits up.

“And I have decided that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Samantha. She’s going to have my children. We’re going to be together forever.”

“I feel the same,” Samantha hurriedly adds. “We’re meant to be, Dad.”

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