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He squeezes my hand before he opens my fingers back up, takes the ring, and puts it back on my finger. “I’m marrying you, Honeyeh.”

I stare, my mouth agape. “But…”

“You are the exception to my rule. You really think I’d marry some random woman after I waited so long to find you?” he snorts. “I’m only marrying you because you’re exceptional. The deal could fuck off, for all I care. This was my brother’s choice.”

“The deal could fuck off…I thought it was what you wanted. What you’ve been working for.”

“I want to work. To be productive. To work with and for my family. But I’m doing so with joy from here on out, and honestly, not at the expense of my happiness. And not yours either.”

Bubbles of hope start to rise in my chest. “But the casinos. You’ve spent years...”

He shrugs. “Turns out, I want you far more than I want them.” And then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, lifting me off the floor.

I’m crying again, but these are happy tears. A million questions fill my thoughts, but I hold them off, the feel of his mouth like a balm to my bruised heart.

“Oh God, are you two kissing again?” Darius snorts, pushing up from the bed.

“My brothers are staying,” Triston says as he lifts his head. “Rush, in particular, loves racing games. You should ask him to teach you some moves.”

Darius pumps his fist in the air as he moves from the bed. “Is it cool to go to my room now?”

“It’s cool,” Triston says with a nod. “Though, tomorrow, a new security system is getting installed, one we’ll all have to learn.”

Darius grins. “Does that mean we’re staying for a while?”

“You’re staying,” Triston answers. I hug him tightly, my forehead falling to his chest. Because here is exactly where I want to be.

Win pokes his head into the room. “I’ll keep an eye out and let Rush and Ryker in the house when they arrive.”

“Thanks,” Triston replies but I lift my head, my brow furrowing.

“Wait.”

Win stops, turning toward me as I look from him to Triston. “If we’re still getting married…who is marrying…” I don’t even know who the woman is to Dimitri.

“That is a conversation for another day,” Triston says, pulling me toward the bathroom.

“Welcome to the family,” Win calls as he leaves the doorway.

“Why does your brother like me now? He didn’t before.”

Triston pulls me into the bathroom. “I think he might have thought you were in league with Dimitri or that you were using me to help your brother.”

I scoff, but I hardly have time to be offended as he spins me around, his hands on my stomach as he kisses the back of my neck. Our bodies come together, his stiff cock pressing in between my butt cheeks as he sucks at my skin. “I would never,” I gasp as his teeth graze the muscle that connects my shoulder to my neck.

His hand slides down in my shorts, brushing over my already-slick folds. “I know that, my love. He pulls his hand out, just to unbutton the shorts, shucking them off my body right along with the bathing suit bottoms.

With a few quick tugs, he’s got my top off as well. I turn to see myself naked, Triston’s large hands roving over my body before he settles one of his hands between my legs. It’s so hot to watch him touch me and even more amazing when the pad of his thumb presses on my clit.

I arch into the touch, my head falling back as my eyes close. He rubs me just where I need it, but only for a moment and then his hand disappears again. I cry out, wanting his touch.

“Honeyeh.”

My eyes snap open and I meet his gaze in the mirror, it’s filled with the sort of intensity that steals my breath.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he moves me toward the mirror. When he sets me down, I instinctively reach for the frame, catching myself as he tips me forward. His shorts only make it to his thighs, before he lifts one of my legs, the head of his cock parting my folds before it slides inside me.

I see it all in the mirror and I gasp to watch the way he disappears inside me. “You are never to put yourself in front of me like that again, do you understand me?” He growls as he wraps a fist in my hair, pulling my head back to expose more of my neck in the mirror.