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“Yes, my king,” she sighs as my lips near hers.
“Then get used to wearing my cum between your legs.”
I kiss her with warning, with warmth, with wanting so much with her, even if I shouldn’t.
Even if it’s dangerous.
Even if it’s deadly.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RUBY
For a week,Axel holds me in bed. We don’t do anything but fuss, talk, cuddle, and laugh. And for a week, I’m on my period.
But for the rest of my life…
I’ll never forget what we did in Harlow Sutton’s office.
It felt like Axel erased all boundaries between us in one act, the most intimate act.
Then, he made the taboo tender by protectively putting his hand on my back while I proudly wore my panties soaked with his cum out of Harlow’s office.
She blushed as we left but winked at me, too, and yeah, I like her. It doused my jealousy over her. I believe Axel, they’re strictly friends.
So, why can’t I shake this simmering jealousy oversomethingwith him?
It’s odd because I’m not the jealous type. I’ve never given myself a reason to be jealous over a man or two, and I never stick around long enough for a man to be possessive over me.
But Axel brings the Bratva to his possessive party.
I know a lot of it is legitimate.
He’s trying to keep me safe, and itispartially my fault that I’m in this hot mafia mess, that he’s turned his charming historic home into our temporary fortress until his office is safe again.
When he says he’s going to Delta’s, the sex store, for another meeting and I have to stay here, I trust him. I know some of his brothers work there, hiding behind their roles. I know they’re up to mission mischief.
But this morning, when I sit at Axel’s kitchen table, and overhear him talking with Helen about moving his boardroom furniture.
That’s it.
I’m dying to know once he ends their call.
“What’s going on? Are you moving our office?”
He refills his coffee, then holds the carafe over my mug, filling mine, too. “Don’t ask, Wildfire. The less you know, the better.”
“Um, ignorance is bullshit, not bliss in Bratvaland.”
He grins. “I’mnotmoving offices. Everyone can work remotely for a while.”
Pause for my frustration. “…butttt?”
“But what?”
“But tell me the rest. I’m your queen, right? So crown me with some intel.”
He crouches to pet Sparky, who rarely moves. She must be due any minute. It’s another reason I’m content to hide here, ready when she needs us.