Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
28
VICTOR
I hadn’t expected the sight of Luxury, so tiny in a shirt and joggers, to stir something long dormant inside of me. I’d reacted like a daft idiot, climbing out of the car in the driver’s lane no less, placing no thought in my action. A symphony of curses and honking horns surrounded us as I scooped Luxury into my arms.
At that precise second, I recalled the day I became such an impassive wanker, the one who cared for nothing. I’d joined X Member and welcomed the numbing of every bone in my body.
Burt’s made himself scarce as I silently lead Luxury into the penthouse. Without a word, my Little One follows me into the luxurious bathroom.
I place a few kisses on the tips of her fingers before letting her hand go. My gaze tells her not to move.
I’ve never drawn a bath for myself, and forever has already slipped past since I bathed someone else. I warm the pipes, and a flood of steaming water pours into the timeless, clawfoot tub.
I pick up the hotel’s signature almond bubble bath and let the silky liquid foam into the heated water.
Luxury has removed her shirt, and she’s placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her joggers.
I stop her movements, then my eyes jet over the delicate hue of her neck. Sidorov was messy. I prefer a clean kill.
My sniper rifle and an unsuspecting victim. A lad who’s not aware he’s dead until the bullet pierces through his heart. But I gauge this situation. If I had the chance to murder Sidorov all over again, I’d rewrite the story. Kill the wanker until his throat tore from screaming.
My palms frame Luxury’s cheeks. Authority colors my eyes as I stare at my possession. “You are under strict orders not to do a bloody fucking thing for the rest of this evening, Little One. You’ve me.”
“Thank you,” she says, her voice tiny.
I pull her into my arms. My lips plume over the hurt he caused her while the water continues to fill up. Luxury’s head nestles against my chest.
“Little One, what would I have done if you didn’t have a hero, huh? You’re mine.”
“I could’ve died,” she says, voice broken.
I nod, turning away to capture the head of a rose in a vase on the accent table. Because of you, arsehole, she could’ve died. I berate myself while the petals slip from my fingertips into the water.
“Quite unfortunate.” That sounded too callous. I clear my throat, returning my gaze to the melancholy girl. I’m still rendered speechless.
“Here one day, gone the next. Like my mo—” Luxury chokes on emotion. My hand slips up and down her neck, and I pull her to me. The salt of Luxury’s tears wets my mouth.
Hire a detail.
Keep the girl safe, you wanker!
Luxury captures my face now, and we’re desperate, drowning in the brilliant taste of each other. Her laughter brushes against my lips. It’s a pathetic sound I shouldn’t grow to appreciate.
But it does something to me. Deflects the guilt.
“I’m going crazy, Vic,” she groans. Again, we’re senseless pleasure-seeking animals, tasting from each other’s mouths. “You stitch together hearts, literally, but I might need someone for my brain, Dr. Finch.”
I ensnare her mouth, grabbing a fist full of arse while my other hand strokes the silky arch at the small of her back. I’ve not the remedy for Luxury’s sanity. I growl, “I’m all you need. Say it.”
“All I need,” Luxury sighs dreamily.
The thought of possessing Luxury Whitson knocks me off my feet. I’ve surpassed the thought of harming her. I’m the dishonorable duke, the one my father created. But Luxury’s pain is malleable in my hands.
“Allow me to wash away all your worries, Little One.” I grip the hair at both sides of Luxury’s face and plant a sweltering kiss on her lips.
“Please,” she moans.
When I let go, her hair goes falling all around her shoulders like a reddish-golden lioness’ mane. After I’ve completely undressed Luxury, I lead her to the water.
“Mmmm,” she sighs, bubbles titillating her luscious skin. I unbutton my shirt at the wrists and push the sleeves up.
“Victor, get in.”
“Not until my girl relaxes.” I take a crystal pitcher from the ledge and scoop it in the water as Luxury leans back. I slowly pour the steamy water over her hair. I grab the shampoo and wash. A moan slips from Luxury’s pouted lips, causing my tortured cock to seep.
My fingers tangle around her hair, applying gentle pressure to Luxury’s scalp. Her head falls back onto the leather headrest. Bliss radiates off the most beautiful, honeyed sight I’ve ever seen.
Beads of sweat run between the valley of her breasts, calling my attention. My mouth falls over her tit, teeth gently nipping at the nipple, then my tongue follows the trail down to her stomach until my current position prevents me from going further. I groan at the thought of tasting her cunt and return to my previous task.