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“If you refuse,” I warn her, crossing my arms, “I can tell you right now you don’t stand a chance of sleeping with anybody else. I’ll beat anyone who touches you to a pulp. I wouldn’t even get Iakov to do it—I’d do it myself. In front of you, if I can help it.”

“Ah, so this is how you get all the girls?” she asks with a sardonic grin. “You make yourself the only option so they have no choice but to get into bed with you?”

I shrug. “If you weren’t too proud to admit you want me, you’d actually find out how I get all the girls.”

“I’m not proud. I want you. See how easy that was to admit? I didn’t even need to threaten to beat up a single person.”

“At this point, trésor, I’d fuck you just to shut you up.”

“I dare you,” she says with a laugh.

Gripping the back of her seat with one hand, I wrap the other around the back of her neck, drawing her to me.

“Open your mouth,” I command in a low growl.

She does, and I kiss her open lips.

Not the hungry, desperate kind of kiss we exchanged earlier, but a slow, lingering kiss. I move my lips slowly against hers, luxuriating in their silken softness.

She pulls away to breathe, and I follow her, tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth. She smiles—I kiss her smile.

I push her back against her seat, sliding my mouth from her lips to her jaw, kissing right below it. My mouth finds the flutter of her pulse, and I kiss that too, sucking on the skin lightly. Her breath becomes an erratic hiss.

“Do you like how that feels?” I ask against her pulse.

“Mm-yeah,” she mutters.

A hum of satisfaction and anticipation vibrates in my throat. I’m about to make her feel so much better. I’m about to make her feel things no man will ever make her feel.

Taking the straps of her hideous dungaree dress, I push them down, bunching her dress around her waist. The top she’s wearing underneath it is sheer except for the big silver stars, and my breath catches.

She’s not wearing a bra.

Her small tits are exposed by the sheer fabric, her nipples half hidden by the points of nearby stars.

Without meaning to, I let out a low laugh. My voice is rough and breathy. I’m nervous.

It’s the last thing I expected from myself. Pleasuring girls is my greatest skill, my one true talent. But this isn’t any girl. This is Anaïs Nishihara. Anaïs, the girl who might as well have fallen right out of the sky. Anaïs the little weirdo, my unwanted bride, my twisted trésor.

Chapter 26

La Bague

Anaïs

Séverinkissesmethroughthe sheer fabric of my top, the heat of his mouth imprinting itself onto my chest. His tongue pushes against the fabric, hot and wet and insistent, finding my nipple. His mouth closes over it, and he sucks.

A bolt of red-hot pleasure crosses through me from head to toe.

I arch my back, pushing into his mouth. My hands grip the leather seat on both sides of my legs so tight my knuckles have gone white. I have the mad urge to run my hands through Séverin’s raven-black hair and pull, but I resist it.

All I can think about is him and his mouth.

It moves from one nipple to the other, leaving the fabric of my top wet where his mouth just was. Underneath it, my nipples are tight and so sensitive I have to clamp my teeth tight over the whimper, trying desperately to escape my mouth.

Séverin’s confidence in his skill isn’t misplaced. It’s both devastating and elating at once. Devastating because now I know his confidence isn’t just bluster. Elating because his hands are reaching for the hem of my skirt, gripping it, pushing it up.

When it’s bunched around my waist, his mouth moves away from my breasts. He sits up, and his eyes meet mine. I can barely hold his gaze. Everything about him suggests sensuality and pleasure: the decadent green of his eyes, those thick black eyelashes, that soft, wet mouth. His lips curl into a crooked grin.

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