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Her words are filled with so much anger and hurt that it burns in the pit of my stomach that someone would do this to her. Make her feel this way.

“You think I’m going to hurt you.” It’s not a question. I heard her every word and felt the pain of them.

“Bless your heart. You must be dumber than a bag of hammers,” she huffs out. I hear Sam snort at the comment. “Of course you were going to hurt me. You can’t say the things you said to a girl and expect her not to fall head over heels.”

“I meant every word I said to you.” I take a step closer to her, needing her to understand. “Every. Word.”

She stares me in the eyes before looking over to Sam, but I keep mine on her.

“I told you I might have lied about a few things.”

“But the contract—” she protests.

I quickly pull out one of the sheets of paper from my jacket and rip it in half. She gasps at the action, but I don’t care. “Fuck the contract, Georgia.”

Her eyes dart back and forth between us as she tries to figure out what the hell is going on. I don’t give a flying fuck about the Mistress contract. Nor do I want her to think I only want her for thirty days.

“I lied about the women. About who Don is. In fact, I’ve never seen Don with a woman before. Which is why you caught my attention to begin with.”

“I…” Georgia, for once, looks like she’s at a loss for words.

“You were going to run either way. I only stopped you from making a mistake. And I made you a very rich woman in the process. You’re welcome.”

“But he ripped up the contract.”

Sam huffs. “Honey, I promise you, we’ll both be getting paid.”

Ignoring her, I grab Georgia and pull her towards me, cupping her face with my hands. I make her look up at me, her skin like silk on my fingertips.

“Come back to the suite with me. Stay with me and let me show you that you’re not some…” I take a deep breath, pissed that she ever thought she wasn’t the most precious thing I’ve ever touched. “…Some notch on my bedpost. Let me prove it to you.”

“I’m scared,” she finally admits, and I know it took a lot for her to utter those words. Georgia always seems so sure of herself, and I can’t help but love that she’s opening up to me and giving me another piece of her. I’m going to keep grabbing each piece she gives until I have them all.

“I’d never hurt you,” I try to reassure her. “I’m not a young man, Georgia. Hell, I’m more than twenty years older than you. I know what I want. I’ve done well with the things I’ve invested in. I see things others often don’t. It’s why I’ve been as successful as I’ve been. Some call it Vegas luck, but I don’t. I knew the moment I saw you, you were meant to be mine, and I also knew I’d have to fight to have you. I’m more than willing to do that if you make me. As you can see.” I nod to the side, indicating to the room in which we’ve found ourselves.

“You have nothing to fear from me. In fact, you should fear for anyone who would ever harm you. Their fate won’t be good when I get my hands on them. Or when I find out who’s hurt you.”

Her eyes water, and a tear slips out. I bend down and kiss it, stopping it in its tracks. As I do, I hear a small catch of her breath.

“I can give you a list if you like.” Peaches gives me a teasing smirk.

“Shit. I will not be an accessory after that fact,” Sam says, and I hear the door close behind her.

“You coming with me?” I ask, holding my breath. I’d let her walk out of here if she asked. She wouldn’t get far, because I’d always have a man on her. And wherever her ass landed, I wouldn’t be far behind. She’d find me every time she turned around until I finally wore her down. Until she got that I wasn’t going anywhere. That I wasn’t playing a game just to get under her skirt. Oh, I wanted under there, but I wanted everything else that came with it.

“Well, of course I’m coming with you. I haven’t even made my list of people that have wronged me,” she says matter-of-factly before placing a quick kiss on my lips and turning to leave.

I can’t help but shake my head. Jesus, she’s going to keep me on my toes.





12





Peaches





I’m showing more confidence than I feel as we walk through the Golden Peacock lobby. Antonio has my hand firmly gripped in his, and I’m as close to him as possible without him carrying me.

My heartbeat is picking up, and I’m nervous as we enter the elevator. Seventy-five million dollars. I can’t believe he paid that for me.

“I would have paid a hundred times that.”

I look up at Antonio in shock, because it’s as if he just read my mind.

As he pushes me up against the elevator wall, I’m reminded of the last time we were in here—the pleasure that followed and then the need to leave. Everything about last time flashes through my mind right before his lips land on mine. When he’s just a breath away, he whispers against my mouth.

“A king would throw away his throne for a woman like you. If I were a king, I’d watch my country burn to ash just to have one more taste of your lips.”

All my fears and second thoughts disintegrate as his strong hands come up to hold my jaw, and his mouth melts into mine. I taste his warm tongue against mine and feel the power of his body pressing me to the wall. The hard ridge of his cock rubs against my core, like he’s looking for some kind of release.

I reach down and grip his cock through his slacks. When I make contact, he moans into my mouth, then grinds his hips against my palm.

His lips move down my jaw to my throat, where he licks me there. “Easy, Sweet Cream. I’m saving that for when I get inside you.” He gently takes my wrist and brings it up to the wall, pinning it behind me. He moves down, licking between my breasts, and I can’t help but close my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on my body.

“Antonio,” I beg, needing more of what only he can give me. I should probably be thinking about how we hardly know one another, or what our future will bring, but all I can do is feel.

I’ve thought and planned and second-guessed my entire life. Nothing has ever made me feel this good, and I don’t want it to go away. I’ve spent years deciphering everything around me, and I’m tired of it. If being with Antonio feels like this, then I never want to leave his side. I may have gotten scared and run, but he found me. And isn’t that what every girl wants? To be claimed?

I feel my feet lift off the floor, and suddenly I’m being carried. I barely open my eyes enough to see that we’re in the penthouse again and headed towards the bedroom.

His lips are on me again, and I feel his teeth graze my collarbone as he lays me down on the bed. His lips go to my ear, and he whispers what he wants as his hands rub along my body.

“I’m going to take off your dress and pin your arms above your head. Then I don’t want you to move them until I tell you to. Understood?”

Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s on the edge of desire. It’s as if he’s at the point of exploding and he’s trying to keep control of the situation so he doesn’t lose his grip.

“Antonio. I…” I try to tell him what he needs to hear, but the words are stuck in my throat.

He reached to my side, unzipping the dress and unfastening the halter around my neck. He kisses me there and then looks into my eyes. “Tell me, Georgia.”

Again, it’s as if he can read my mind and knows what I’m thinking. I reach up to touch his face, seeing the tenderness in his eyes. He’s a strong, powerful man, but to me, he’s gentle.

“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if that makes a difference. But—”

He places a finger on my lips, and he looks at me intently. “I didn’t take you that first night because I knew there was something special about you. I may not have known that you were untouched, but I knew that you were precious and deserved to be treated that way.” He takes a breath, and I see the intense need back in his eyes. “You have no idea what it means to me that I get to be your first. And your last.”

Before I question him about being my last, he pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and his mouth goes to one of my nipples. I let out a long moan of desire as I feel his mouth suck me into him and then gently bite the tender flesh, sending pleasure straight to my clit.

Once my breasts are free, I feel his hands take my wrists and place them above my head. He pushes down on them a little, letting me know to keep them there. I reach up and grab the headboard, knowing that I need some support to try to help me do what he says.

His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking as much of me into his mouth as he can before biting down, giving me a zing of painful pleasure. It’s a mixture of both, and I feel the dampness between my legs as I respond to his treatment.

The material of my dress bunches around my hips as he pulls it down, kissing my belly as he moves lower. His tongue travels along my waist and to my bellybutton, kissing me there and making me giggle.

I feel his mouth smile against my tummy, and I can’t help but blush, knowing what he’s about to do next. I loved him going down on me last time, and I know my face is probably red with embarrassed anticipation.