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I get tossed on the bed, and then he’s over me, spreading my legs and surging inside me in a single stroke. My back bows off the bed, and I make a sound that shocks me. It’s part moan, part whimper.

When our hips are fully joined, he leans down and whispers, “If you make me come too fast again, I’ll keep you in this bed until both of us can control ourselves. Understand?”

I squeeze my inner muscles, causing Lucian to hiss a breath through his teeth then chuckle darkly at my disobedience. “It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself, pretty boy,” I reply, unable to submit.

His warm breath against my neck sends a shiver of goose bumps along my back, proving I’m just as weak as he implied, but I won’t admit that now. I’m too stubborn when it comes to him.

Instead of saying anything, he reaches between our bodies and slowly circles my clit. “You’re not the only one with tricks, lamb. Play nice, and I’ll let you come. Keep it up, and I won’t stop until you give me three. You’ll be sore for days and begging for more anyway.” He pulls his hips back, then pushes in while still putting pressure on my clit. I don’t argue this time because I’m pretty sure he would follow through.

After a few more slow thrusts, Lucian props himself up on his hands, giving his hips more room to move while pinning me to the bed.

I decide to keep my mouth shut because the threat of three orgasms doesn’t seem so worrisome anymore, no matter the consequences.

LUCIAN

“What do you have for me?” I ask the few trusted men seated at the table in the security room. I haven’t had much occasion to actually use it with real purpose before Nova, but I’ve recently realized that despite my plans to take over Cadieux, I’ve been way too lax.

“There haven’t been any attempts to breach the walls, however, we continue to get calls from the Umbra estate requesting to speak with Nova.”

“Any word on Alden?”

“Nothing. I’m trying to contact a female staff member to see what she can tell me, but she’s a little reluctant,” Lev answers.

“Who?” I question, even though I doubt I will know who he’s speaking of.

“Bridget. I’m told she and Alden had a personal relationship in the past.”

“Interesting. How did you find that out?”

“Morozov’s girlfriend.” Lev nods to the tech specialist across the table.

When I look at Morozov, he supplies an explanation. “Vera and the girl went to school together. I thought the girl might be useful because she works in the Umbra home, but I didn’t know she and Alden were once an item. Apparently, things were hot and heavy between them, but he suddenly stopped returning her calls a few months ago, right around the same time Nova moved into the household.” One of his eyebrows arches up with the explanation, as if he finds the information interesting, and I can’t blame him. I find it very fucking interesting myself.

I sit back in my chair instead of slamming my fist on the table and demanding they bring me the fucker’s head, because I know it will be of no use. If Alden wasn’t a coward in hiding, he would already be dead.

“Offer her whatever she wants if she talks,” I say.

“She’s expressed fear of losing her job. Are you willing to hire her?” Lev questions.

“No. I don’t reward disloyalty with access, but I will pay her. Make sure she gets set up elsewhere. Let her know I will get the answers I’m looking for, and whether she’s willing or not makes no difference to me.”

“I’ll make sure she’s aware,” Lev replies.

I’m already leaning forward, my hands on the table as I prepare to stand, when I ask, “Is there anything else?” I may not be able to speak with Alden or Bridget yet, but there is someone sleeping in my bed upstairs I can question.

“Nothing that can’t wait,” Lev answers, reading my demeanor, and I stalk out of the room.

NOVA

I jerk awake when the covers are ripped from the bed and a cool draft of air chills my overheated skin. I lift my head to find Lucian looming over me with a look of fury in his impossibly light eyes.

The fear that should be present eludes me, and I drop my head back onto the downy pillow and snuggle closer to Nox’s naked body.

“Tell me about Alden,” the volatile man demands, kneeling on the bed to get closer to me.

It’s the first time I notice he’s dressed. When did he leave?

“Nova,” he warns darkly. It’s only then, when he uses my real name, that I know he means business.

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