Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
A cascade of water rinses the shampoo from Luxury’s scalp. More pleasure’s derived from her body as she hums when my hands work in the moisturizing conditioner and my mouth follows the passage at the nape of her neck.
A dreamy murmur caresses across my jaw. “God, I love you, Victor.”
The weight of her avowal echoes in my brain—you lovely, foolish creature. My mind centers on a coherent strand of thoughts. Such as her age. Don’t hold that against her, Vic. Eyes shut, a stain blossoms over her cheeks at the lack of my response.
I’m rarely in this predicament. Women usually scream out declarations of love during multiple climaxes. It’s a little easier to stomach. I reach down and kiss Luxury’s lips. Her soapy hands are silky against my jaw as she deepens the kiss with her tongue swirling around mine. The warm water drenches my sleeves and down my chest as Luxury’s mouth takes me deeper than I’ve ever been.
“Please, Victor, say it back.” Her voice is breathless.
I’ll never reciprocate her feelings. I’ve evaded my duchy for far too long. However, my royal requirements haven’t impeded me from returning her affections.
Once I’ve uncovered the true reason someone targeted Dr. Whitson and perhaps the connection to Charles Everhart, I will release Luxury. My inability to love her will be absolved, bearing in mind I saved her father.
I grab a plush towel from the marble countertop next to the infinity tub and scoop Lux out of the bath. Her sultry, wet body crushes against my chest as I wrap the towel around her.
“Vic.” She chews nervously at her bottom lip.
I reply in a tone that reeks of possession. “Do not speak.”
Luxury takes in a deep breath, consuming her need to beg my devotion. Though she's dampening us, I welcome softly curved legs clasping around my waist as I carry her tiny body into the bedroom. I sit her at the edge of the bed to dry her off and smile while ruffling her crazy, curly hair. Luxury doesn’t return the sentiment.
I grab the lotion off the side table. “You've had a long hard day.”
She nods.
“Don't think, Little One.”
She again nods as tears brighten her amber eyes. My mouth captures the radiant gem cascading over her cheek.
In an alternate universe, I would give her the world, but for this short time that we have left, I’m saving her.
Saving her from further complications. “Luxury, let me make you happy.”
“How?”
“Do not ask asinine questions, Little One.”
“Vic, I’ve been through hell.” The ammunition of each word is further torched as she glares at me. “Then here you are to sweep me off my feet. When you picked me up at the station, people were ready to skin us alive, and you . . . you were my knight. But screw your grand gestures. That’s all they are. A flashy show.”
29
VICTOR
“It would seem you have forgotten yourself, Luxury!” A stunned silence falls over Luxury, and she flinches at the sharp bite in my tone. She senses the predator standing before her. I blink away the murderous glint. You are not Prince Victor Wesley Tudor, Duke of Arlington, at this precise second. You value her for treating you as an equal, you psychotic arsehole, do not forget that.
To conquer the demons swirling about, the ones my father crafted, molded, and embellished, my lips fly to her mouth. That's where the madness began. Teeth taking siege of her plush bottom lip, I sweep my tongue inside her sweetness. With a hand dominating her lower back, I sense the moment the kiss has unraveled her and triggered my humanity. Well, enough of it not to capture the cheeky enchantress’ last breath.
Hands gain purchase at her arse. Curvaceous legs wrap around my waist. I push her back into a wall, and her body flushes hot as a glass sconce crashes to the ground.
Anger rises in waves.
“Have I not given you infinite pleasure, Luxury?”
Haughty eyes latch onto mine. “No ‘Little One?’ Or is that an asinine—”
With a crazed laugh, I touch my lips to hers. “That cheeky mouth of yours is everything I love about you, Luxury, because it only gets one person in trouble. You.”
I catch her throat in my hand, sliding her down to the ground. The other palm rests firmly on the textured wall while my stance lengthens.
“Remove my cock from my pants.” I lighten my restraint.
“No,” she hisses.
I increase the pressure on her throat. The cinnamon freckles across Luxury’s skin flush. Enraged, silky fingers make quick work of snatching off my belt, unzipping my trousers.
I relax my thumb, stroking the column of her neck. “Now, suck.”
A hot mouth slides over the tip of my strained flesh. The fire flooding through Luxury’s veins tapers as she tightens her mouth over my cock and slides back and forth. The hand holding her throat lightens considerably, thumb continuing to caress her dewy skin.