Page 97 of Prince of Darkness

She’s saving me valuable time with not having to hunt her down. I don’t know what has changed but I rather enjoy her being the one to reach for me. I could grow used to this. Not that I mind having to hunt her down either. I’ll take whatever I can get when it comes to her.

“I promise if I get cold that you’ll be the first to know.” She picks up her water and takes a sip. I wonder where she even got the dress from. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She’s always in her buttoned-up tops and skirts for work. Everything pressed and ironed within an inch of its life. She never has even a hair out of place.

This dress is different. It’s a soft petal pink that shows off all of her beautiful sun-kissed skin. I find myself jealous of the fucking sun. It flows all around her like her hair that she’s let down for the night. I want my love to be the thing that surrounds her the most. I glance around the room, taking note of a few people looking our way.

“You really think Colt isn't going to realize it’s your sister and not you at work?” I ask her, trying to distract my mind. I don’t want to think about other men looking at her. I’m having problems of my own keeping my hands to myself. I know if I start touching her that I won’t be able to stop.

“What’s he going to do? Fire me?” She lets out a small laugh. I’ve watched Colt around Mackenzie. I never once noticed his eyes lingering too long. Oftentimes he didn't even notice she was in the room unless she was giving him a hard time. I’ll never understand how he could ignore her. She’s the only thing that matters once she steps into a room.. She demands attention without even realizing it. But Colt not noticing her works better for me. Otherwise, I don't know how the hell I would deal with her going to work every day.

“You don’t think he’ll fire you?” I realize that I don’t have anyone on my staff that I wouldn't fire. That said, I would have never hired Mackenzie.

“You make yourself irreplaceable. They may say everyone is replaceable but I’d be glad to sit with a bucket of popcorn and watch Colt try to do without me. I’ll be nice and say he’d last a day.”

She shrugs, going back to looking at the menu. I can tell by the way that her eyes are moving over it that she’s having an internal struggle about what she should order.

“You are irreplaceable.” I couldn't argue with her there.

“Besides. I think he’s going to fall for my sister.” She looks back up at me. “I think they’ll actually fit.”

“Don’t you call him an asshole?”

“This is going to un-asshole him. No one can be mean to Madison. He’s going to fall right into her sweetness.” She smiles, looking proud of herself. “Plus, I think he’ll be good for her. Somehow, I know he’ll be good to her. That he’ll take care of her.”

“Then you won’t have to take care of her?” I poke. Trying to peel back more layers of my wife.

She licks her lips, setting the menu down onto the table. “She’s my sister. I’ll always look after her.”

I reach out, unable to help myself, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I know you will. It’s who you are,” I agree. “I think we all need someone to take care of us.”

She fidgets in her seat. That is and always will be what I intend to do for her. She is the most important thing in my life. I only need her to realize it.

“I can take care of myself.” She looks away from me. “I think you take care of yourself as well, Victor.”

“I do,” I agree. “I also find I might enjoy it if you took care of me.” I snag her hands, intertwining our fingers. I was trying to not touch her but I really have no control. “I rather enjoyed taking care of you earlier.” I smile. She raises her eyes back to meet mine, causing our eyes to lock. Her mouth parts. Her fingers tighten against mine.

“Can I start you off with one of our specialty cocktails?” The server interrupts us. I sigh as Mackenzie closes her mouth.

“Champagne,” I respond. “We are, after all, celebrating.” I lift Mackenzie’s hand, kissing it. “My wife will have the ribeye cooked medium. I’ll take the special you mentioned when we sat.”

“How do you know I want the ribeye?”

“You always get the ribeye.” I smile at her. “It’s the sides you struggle with. Bring us one of each.”

“Right away.” The man grabs the menus before taking back off.

“You think you know me? I’m guessing you had one of those files put together on me.” She doesn't sound mad about it. I’m guessing she’s had to have made a few over the years working for Colt. It is standard practice to dig into people before you go into business with them.

“Of course I did.” That at least gets me a laugh from her. I’d gotten every bit of information I could on her. I was a starving man. I would take anything I could get. She’s had me on the hunt for a while. I needed something to keep me busy. Why not brush up on her while I waited? “The question is, did you have one pulled on me?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs as the server sets down a glass of champagne for her. She picks it up and chugs the whole thing down. She is nervous. Why? Yes, something has definitely changed. “You want to tell me why you’re wearing a ring?”

“Bring her another, please,” I tell the server. “I’m a married man. Why wouldn't I wear a ring? I’m guessing I can’t get you to wear one?” I offer.

“Depends. I’d have to see it.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out the ring that I handpicked for her, having already ditched the box earlier. Her eyes go wide as she stares at it.

“You really got me a ring?”

I don’t know why she’s so surprised about this. I want my mark on her just as I wear hers on me. She may not have put it there necessarily but I have faith that one day she will. A ring is my first step in marking her. Sliding my cock into her virgin cunt and spilling my seed deep inside her, letting her body know that it belongs to me and only me, is the next.

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