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I threaded my hands through his hair and arched up.

“Devin,” I screamed.

My pussy clenched and pulsed, flooding the pistoning fingers inside me. This man could play my body like a concert pianist.

A hand slid up my belly holding me in place, while the other strummed the G-spot inside me.

“More,” he murmured against my pussy. “Give me one more.”

His mouth continued its exquisite torture of licking and sucking until I shattered again in a writhing, heaving mess.

I took deep, hard breaths as I stared up at the plastered crown molding that gave away the age of the historic house.

My body felt numb and blissfully content.

Dev shifted to lie beside me, his face flushed with desire and breaths coming out in short pants.

I leaned over him, kissing his jaw. “Your turn.”

He grabbed me and pulled me against his chest. “No, this was about you. I plan to fuck you until you pass out later.”

I listened to the steady beat of his heart.

“I’m sorry I left you to come here without me. I wouldn’t have gone unless it was absolutely necessary.”

“Dev, was meeting this man so important? If I wanted to, I could finance a campaign with the money my grandparents left me.”

“I know this.”

“Then why?”

“Because I know you’d eat dirt before touching your inheritance. It doesn’t matter that the money came from your mother’s side. It represents the millions of ways your dad tried to control you and tell you that you’d never make it without it.”

I had no idea what to say. Dev had verbalized something I hadn’t ever expressed to him.

From the moment Papa discovered I could do complex equations as a six-year-old, he’d planned my life for me. He had pulled me out of my top-of-the-line private school and hired some of the best tutors money could buy.

He used his money and influence to control every aspect of my life, from the schools I would apply to for college to picking my major. He was the reason I’d become a lawyer.

The only decision I’d made for myself before marrying Dev was applying to Stanford for law school instead of Harvard as my father expected.

No matter how successful I was in life, if I didn’t follow Papa’s plan, I was a failure.

“Dev, will he ever accept me?”

He sighed and kissed the top of my head. “I wish I could say yes, but your father believes you made a fool of him when you married me and moved to Washington.”

“I miss my mom. Do you think he’s going to let Ashur bring her here tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, baby. Ash will try, but ultimately your father makes the decisions.”

“I wish Mommy would stand up to him, even though I know she never will. Papa has her under his thumb, and she’s too scared to challenge him.”

“Sami, your dad is a powerful man, and according to Ash, you’re the only one who has ever turned your back on him, his aspirations, and his money. It pisses him off that he has no hold over you, so the only way to get back at you is to keep you from your mother.”

“I just wish…”

“Sam, you have to stop hoping for his approval—it’s never going to come. You don’t prescribe to his plan for your life.”