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Lazily, he says, “So you’ve said.

CHAPTER32

Crue

At the long wooden table that seats twenty, I sit opposite Rya.

“Why so far away, princess? Come sit next to me.” I tap the chair beside me.

She shakes her head with a defiant smile, taking a mouthful of wine. Her hair is pinned up with a loose curl around her face. The low-cut, skin-tight black dress shows off every inch of her devastating body, including her peaked nipples.

“You asked me for dinner in your home and then forced me to dress in this. If you want to appreciate me, you can do it from a distance.”

I smile, taking a swig of my whisky. It doesn’t matter. It won’t be long until I coax her onto my lap. I’ve been hard since the moment she walked into the room.

Two servants stand to the side as the private chef comes out with a plate of steak for me and a lentil specialty for Rya that the chef told her he was excited to make.

“I cannot believe you live here by yourself.” She scoffs like she doesn’t believe what she is seeing while looking up at the chandelier. “The dining room is like an art exhibition in and of itself.”

I cut into my steak. “Currently, Dominic, Angel, and my mother also occupy one wing of the penthouse.”

Her eyes sparkle. “Is Angel here?”

“No, they’re out for a few days.”

She slumps back into her chair.

“Upset that it’s just me, princess?”

“I’ve had better company.”

I chuckle, and a small smile spreads on her lips. That fucking smile has my cock twitching with the memory of exactly what those lips felt like around it. I snap my fingers, indicating for everyone else to leave, including my two men.

She watches as they leave, but then her gaze shifts back to me as she wipes at her mouth, her meal barely touched.

I grab my glass of whisky and walk the length of the table to stand beside her.

She looks up at me through thick lashes. That heated gaze is fully aware of what I’m here for. My claim. The branding of what’s mine.

Instead, she mentions, “The candles are a nice touch.” She points to the multiple candles in the center of the table. “I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

I grab her jaw tightly, edging her gaze back up to me. As I lean down, my lips brush hers. “When have I ever given you that impression?”

I can sense her sarcastic smile. “When a boy buys a girl nice clothes and takes her to dinner… that’s not usually what a sex buddy would do.”

“I amnotyour sex buddy.”

She laughs, her hot breath caressing me as she palms my cock. “So you don’t want this?”

This woman is playing with fire.

“I want you.”Always.

The heat in her gaze changes, and I press my tongue into her mouth. Possessive and demanding. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen her, and I’ve barely been able to think about anything other than this.

I place my whisky to the side. Then I pick her up by the ass, and she wraps her legs around me. I push her food to the floor. The loud crash grabs her attention, but I snap her gaze back to me.

Fuck, those eyes.

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