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“That’s it… Right there…” I pleaded for him to continue, feeling myself about to fall over the edge.

His hand abruptly stopped, leaving me bereft and empty. My mouth opened to protest, but the words came out a strangled sound as he slowly thrust his length into me. I'd completely missed him freeing himself from his jeans because his fingers had held my rapt attention.

“Shh, shhh, Love. You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to let you cum, but it’s going to be all over my cock.” He ground out as he filled me, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close.

I started on his buttons, wanting to feel his skin against mine, but I couldn't focus. I sneered as I fumbled with them before gripping the fabric and yanking sharply, sending buttons flying as his shirt fell open. I sighed happily, sliding my hands across his skin, letting my head drop forward onto his chest. I breathed deeply, reveling in the sharp, masculine scent surrounding me. The combination of his smell and measured thrusts was heady. I shuddered, moaning, letting him hold meclose and take me so slowly that it left me feeling drunk on pleasure. I panted and heaved, groaning deeply as I moved with him, our bodies rocking in sync. He took me higher with every slow, deep stroke so that the low inferno of my release was gently being stoked to raging flames under his patient ministrations.

“Don’t… stop…” I breathed.

“That's it, Love. I got you.” He murmured, pressing gentle kisses to my face, “Let go for me, drown my cock in your release.” He pulled almost all the way out, his hips rolling slowly as he pushed back in—the slow, deep motion setting my nerves on fire. His words threw me over the edge, my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. It swept away everything that wasn't pleasure, and my entire existence narrowed down to where our bodies were connected. My vision whited out, and my teeth sank into my lower lip, drawing blood as I attempted to keep from screaming down the entire house.

“That’s right, let me feel you, as close to heaven as someone like me is ever going to get.” He groaned, kissing me deeply the moment my teeth released my lip.

He swallowed my sounds as he picked up the pace, prolonging my climax. My nails dug into his skin as I felt myself crest again. His rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering as a second orgasm rolled through me. Our moans mingled in the space between our lips as I felt him tense. A low, almost tortured groan rumbled up from his chest, and I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me just as he let go, filling me with his hot cum.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, placing his forehead against mine. “You’re perfect. My perfect girl.”

Giggles bubbled up my throat, my hands flying to my mouth to hold them in. Az pulled back enough to give me a confused look, and I lost it completely.

“We should probably get the fuck out of Ian’s office.” I laughed.

Az barked out a surprised laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Chapter Ten

Leighton

My head throbbed and even lying on my back, I felt dizzy. Keeping my eyes closed to stave off a wave of nausea; I mentally took inventory of my body and senses. I felt wholly uninjured, and the surface beneath me felt surprisingly soft. Inhaling deeply, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent and cracked my eyes open in curiosity.

“Mother fucker.” I muttered as my surroundings came into focus.

“Good, you’re finally awake.” My mother drawled, drawing my attention to where she stood at the foot of my childhood bed.

“What the fuck,Cicely?” I demanded. She didn’t deserve the respect of being called ‘Mother.’ “You better hope like hell that Joey is still breathing or we’re going to have a big fucking problem.”

“Leighton! Language,” She scolded, clicking her tongue as her face twisted in disgust. “Really that garbage you’ve lowered yourself to associating with has done a number on your manners.”

I carefully eased myself upright, placing my feet on the hardwood floor. “Right, and pulling a snatch and grab of yourown son is suchgoodmanners.” I snarked. “What is this even about? What do you want?”

Her lips pursed briefly before her face settled back into a smooth mask. “I told you when we came to thathovelyou called a home. You’re to be married. Unfortunately, word of your… situation, reached the family of your original intended and we’ve had to make different arrangements. You will wed Ksenia Sidorov in a few days’ time.”

“Sidorov,” I replied slowly. “You’re marrying me to a Bratva Princess? Wasn’t your whole issue with myactualgirlfriend that her mother wasn’t up to your standards? How is her bloodline less desirable than the fuckingBratva?” My voice rose with each word until I was yelling.

My mother let out an exasperated sigh and pretended to wipe lint from her shoulder. “The Sidorov’s are established, they come from old money. Their illegitimate dealings aren’t quite what we desired in a match for the Laurent heir, but they are wellbred and understand our world in ways someone from the slums could never. The darker parts of their business may even suit you well, given your… disposition.”

“And what do you andDaddy Dearestget out of this deal?”

“It’s not what we get, darling. It’s about our legacy. Once you and the Sidorov girl produce your own heir, our line will be forever tied to one of the most powerful families in the country.”

“I’m pretty sure you need me to agree for any of this to happen.” I said. “I told both of you when you showed up inmyhome unwelcome and unannounced that I was with Victoria.WhenI decide to get married it will be to her. I’m not your little puppet anymore, you can’t control me like you used to when I was a child.”

“Is that so,” my mother replied with a sly smirk. “The chain around your ankle and the fact that I have a gunmankeeping your precious sweetheart in his sights around the clock would say otherwise. You really didn’t think your father or I would be so stupid as to not have leverage now did you?”

I kicked my leg out, taking note of the shackle around my right ankle for the first time. The material was lightweight enough I hadn’t noticed it over the material of my jeans, but knowing my mother, it was sturdier than anything you’d find in a hardware store. She may have caged me, but I was calling bullshit on the rest of her threats. If she had someone onMa Petit, we’d have known it.

“I can see the gears in that little brain of yours turning. You don’t believe me about the girl,” she stated matter-of-factly before moving to the doorway. “Alfred, the pictures, if you would please,” she called out to the family butler, who must have been waiting in the hallway.

The elderly man who had been our family butler my entire life strode into my room wearing his usual black suit and tie. His white-gloved hands held out a silver tray with an envelope to my mother. She barely acknowledged the man as she took the proffered item and pulled out several photographs. I bit back a snarl as she turned them so that I could see. One of the photographs showed Victoria and Dawn Innocenti embracing in Dawn’s greenhouse.