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As the orgasm passes, leaving me boneless, replete, he stands, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. His fingers twine in my hair as he guides me up and I go willingly.

I take him into my mouth, devouring him, needing it.

This is something I need like air.

Chapter26

Nikolai

My Rose is one hell of a fast learner. That blowjob was even better than her first, though that first one I hold close to what constitutes a heart in my chest. The first one was special. She didn’t know what to do, not really, but she did it anyway and now? Fuck. Fuck, I could barely keep myself from coming the moment those soft, plump lips closed around me, or when I hit the back of her throat.

It was a palate cleanser—going down on her, eating out her fucking hot little cunt, then face fucking her—one I needed after the day I had.

Her father called to crow about Sylvie. I pointed out that, in this little game, I have the upper hand, and that I’ll be in touch. My meaning was clear: hurt my serving girl, your daughter will be returned in pieces.

Finnegan won’t kill the girl, but he’ll fuck her up, I know. He’ll fuck her, whether Sylvie wants him to or not. It’s unfortunate. Sickening. He doesn’t seduce; he destroys in the worst way. It’s no wonder Steph ran. No wonder she turned and got so many of us caught in the machine.

I would go in and take Sylvie back, but this is a little test, a little game, one Finnegan’s not going to drag me into.

Still, things will need to change.

Just a little.

Fine-tuning is what you’d fucking call it. My Rose? Collateral, unless I find another way, but no, that’s just lust and useless feelings I don’t want talking. Rose is here for a reason. My revenge, that’s it. I haven’t set up the meeting yet. I said a few days and Finnegan has to sweat it out.

Sighing, I check my suit, then pick up the package I have, along with the fresh flower. Mia hired Sylvie specifically for Rose’s comfort. Since she’s gone, Mia’s fed Rose today, then fed me her quiet wrath over something I had no control over. Let Tony sort his fucking wife out. I have things to do.

Mind you, some of that wrath might be over what I’ve asked her to do tonight, serve dinner and set up my room. She’s a hard woman, seen it all, so how or why she’s feeling soft over Rosalind’s a mystery, but that’s not my problem. I don’t care what she thinks, as long as she does her job.

With everything set in motion, I knock on Rose’s door and step in without waiting. It’s unlocked all the time now. She’s not going to try and run.

“Nikolai!”

I almost want to smile at the sweet excitement in her voice, but instead, I just lift the corner of my mouth. She sees it and lights up. My guts twist. Fuck, this girl is dangerous.

I set down the box and place the rose on top. Rose swoops down and plucks it up, burying her nose in the petals.

“And here I thought you hated roses.”

The look she gives me is slightly dirty, annoyed, before she schools it. “I guess they’re okay, and this is a pretty pink.”

I roll my eyes. “God forbid.”

She scoffs, something I don’t hear from her often. “Was that you mocking me?”

It most definitely was, and her gaze slides slow over me in my suit. The shirt’s cream, the suit the darkest, blackest brown. Handmade. New. Her hunger and delight tell me she likes what she sees.

“Put on your collar and the dress,” I order.

She set the rose on her bed and opens the box, gasping when she sees what’s inside. “It’s beautiful.”

It’s silk, full skirt, off the shoulder, pretty roses on a cream background.

“And the heels,” I tell her.

They’re in the same box, creamy leather strappy heels. No underwear. It’s a different look from what I usually pick, but this is romantic, and I instinctively know it’s right up her ally.

The way she glows says I’m right.

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