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“Good girl.” I kiss her cheek, happy as can be.

Sebastian’s secretary mumbles under her breath, insults, I am sure, and shuts the door loudly behind her.

Celene is a mean girl.

All bark and no bite.

I, on the other hand, I bite hard until the flesh is all but marred skin and blood.

BASTIAN

Before Him

“There will never be another for me.” — A

“Do you have any idea what you standing there looking like that does to me?” I hover at the doorway of her walk-in closet and watch Arianna spray perfume in front of the mirror. She is wearing the Versace floor-length silver gown that I had custom-made for her for this occasion.

The gown shimmers in the light, making it look more turquoise than silver, a slit riding up to her right thigh, the material slinky and sliding down her silky, smooth golden skin.

She is glowing tonight.

My moon that burns so bright it is blinding.

Sparkling emerald eyes meet my gaze in the reflection. She has her back to me, exposed, tempting me to bend her over the vanity and fuck her while she stares at both our reflections in the mirror.

I would, too, if only I hadn’t accepted the governor’s invitation to the event months ago.

The only positive aspect to this night is that she will be on my arm, not a trophy, but a damn blessing.

Never believed in those until both of my girls.

She smirks, happy and carefree. I feel that expression all the way to my soul, and my fingers itch with the need to trace the lines of her gorgeous face. She has her hair down, beautifully falling down her back.

Silky blonde strands.

Fuck, do I love that hair.

I especially love it wrapped around my hand as I take her from behind.

She is wearing the diamond necklace, the snowflake I gifted her, and the matching ring on her finger.

My heart squeezes at the same time my cock tightens in my pants. That is what she does to me just by being her. She is a vision.

Her gaze slips over me as I slowly edge forward, feeling myself being pulled by an invisible thread.

Attraction quivers in the space as we both take the other in.

She turns, facing me now. “You don’t look too terrible yourself.” Her sultry voice has this hold on me. Fuck, I have never felt this way before.

It’s her.

A rough chuckle fumbles out as I wrap my hands around her waist and press my nose to her neck.

I inhale.

A blend of rose, jasmine, and synthetic aldehydes.

“Did you just sniff me?” She laughs softly while I move back and stare into her eyes.

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