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“Fold,” I say, throwing in my cards. “Be back in a little bit.”

“What does ‘fold’ mean?” Iris asks.

“It means more candy for us,” Kat tells her as I slip inside.

Quietly entering the galley, the crewman’s back is to me. “Like what you see out there?” I say menacingly.

He spins around, his eyes wide with fear. “No, sir,” he stutters.

“No? My wife isn’t beautiful?”

“I mean, yes, she is beautiful, but—”

Grabbing a knife from the butcher block, I’m now holding it to his throat. “Keep eye-fucking her, and I’ll cut out your eyes and feed them to the fish. I would say while you watch, but you won’t be able to watch. Because you’ll have no eyes.” I laugh at my little joke.

The guy has to go ruining the moment by pissing his pants.

“Get the fuck out of here. Don’t show your face again for the rest of our trip.” Releasing him, he scurries away with his hands clasping his throat.

I toss the knife in the dishwasher and grab Lily a bottle of water, sidestepping the puddle of urine as I walk to the salon. Watching her so engrossed in whatever it is she’s reading, I can’t exactly blame the guy for looking. Lily is stunningly beautiful, but there’s also something sweet, almost ethereal about her. I should stay away from her and not corrupt her. Yeah, I should.

“Take a break,” I tell her, and she startles.

Closing her computer, she accepts the water. “What’s that?” She eyes the bandage on my forearm peeking from my shirt. “Are you injured?” she asks, her brows furrowed in concern.

“See for yourself.”

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Lily

A shocked sound escapes my lips when he peels off the bandage. “You’re crazy.” Darius has covered up his devil with a tattoo of a big red cartoon dog. “When did you even have time to get this?” I marvel.

“When I left your house yesterday, I went and had this inked before I came back to take you and Iris to the airport. This way, I won’t scare her,” he explains, turning around to walk out.

“Darius,” I call.

He stops, turning back around. “Yes, wifey?”

Without a word, I run to him and pounce. He catches me as I wrap my legs around him and kiss him with everything I’ve got. His tongue lashes against mine, and I claw at him trying to get closer.

Growling against my mouth, he says, “Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation against his lips; the sweet gesture of his tattoo sealing the deal.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, making my pussy ache with need. “I’m going to tell Kat we need some do not disturb time. Go to our room. Be naked for me when I get there.”

Chapter Sixteen

Lily

Feeling more nervous than I’ve ever been my entire life, I strip out of my clothes and lay down on the bed. I strut around practically naked when I dance, so you’d think I wouldn’t be so self-conscious. But that’s Pearl doing the strutting, not Lily.

Sighing in frustration, I try to get out of my head by snaking my hand down, playing with my clit.

“Naughty little angel,” Darius chastises, closing and locking the door behind him. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind. You liked watching me before,” I whisper, surprising myself with my brazenness as I continue to rub my clit with the pads of my fingers.

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