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“I need you to know that you are enough.You are my world.I know you may not believe it, but you will.Even if it takes me our entire lives to convince you.”

“I love you,” she breathed.

He pulled her toward him, positioning her so she straddled him, and draped her dress around her hips.Talik’s fingers trailed along her legs, sending heat pooling to her core.She rubbed herself along his erection; even through the sheet, the friction was tantalizing.She wanted to squirm, but Talik held her in position.His skilled fingers glided higher and higher until they traced the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.His barest touch always made her a quivering mess, always left her wanting more.Her nipples hardened.The light material of her bra felt too rough as he traced the outline of her panties with just enough pressure she arched backward, grabbing the bedsheets to steady herself as she opened herself up to him even more.

“Doctors’.Orders,” Khalida gritted out.She mentally willed her body to listen to her, but it was futile—not when it was hypnotized by Talik.

And she was already dripping wet.

Talik chuckled underneath her.The sound sent a wave of warmth through her.

“I like how you scream my name.”He curled his hand around her nape and lowered her head to his, tightening his grip as he used his other hand to circle her clit before he plunged two fingers into her entrance.“Are you going to come for me?”

It didn’t take long.

Hope and desire rushed through Khalida as she fell apart under Talik’s command.

Talik brushed her lips with his.“Forever mine, princess.”

Chapter Fifty-Seven

CHAUCER

House Azaes’s prison, Cell 25

The electronic anklemonitor bit into Chaucer’s skin.

The archaic piece of technology was a reminder that he was not here of his own volition.The prison was no bigger than a small child’s room.The walls were within touching distance if he reached out and stretched his fingers.Left alone in the windowless room, with only a pathetic mattress on the floor and a plastic table and chair, he let his mind wander.

The ankle bracelet was just a physical reminder of what they thought of him.It was the tracker they had hidden in his arm that was more useful.They had placed that one deep enough that he had to slice through muscle and flesh to locate it.He patted the tracker and his recently healed skin.Instead, he had chosen to leave it in.Removing it would just force them to replace it, and they would select somewhere deeper and harder to locate.

In the darkness, within the screaming silence, he could almost forget about the choices he’d made that had brought him here.Small decisions that had accumulated until there was only one path he could take, and there was no turning back.

The door to his right slowly slid open.Bright light streaked through, and he blinked, ignoring the tiny dots that danced in his periphery.He had not been expecting company.Had not, in fact, seen another living creature in the previous three days.His food, or what loosely passed as food, had been slipped through the small gap at the bottom of the door.Another reminder he was a traitor.

Leaning against the wall, he hunched his shoulders, letting the visitor come to him.He may have fallen from grace, but he still had the breeding of an Atlantean aristocrat and had long ago learned to play the game of the elite.