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She’s not the only one. My nuts tighten just as warmth spreads at my lower back. “Carolina,” I groan, unable to hold back as she climaxes, her cunt squeezing my cock hard, like it’s trying to pull the jizz from my balls.

We’re both panting, breathing so heavily it’s all that can be heard as she collapses onto me. Her cheek presses to my chest. As I look down, I smile when I see the self-satisfied smirk curling her lips upward.

That wasn’t just sex, that was a queen claiming her king—her Knight.

Her fingers trace patterns on my forearm, grounding me in the present. The touch is delicate but firm, just like her.

We lie there until our breathing returns to normal, our hearts no longer galloping. Then she pushes herself up, her long blonde locks falling around her face like a curtain. “That was really something,” she says with a wide smile.

Reaching up, I grab her hair, twisting it around my hand. I pull so she’s forced to bend her neck. “I hope you enjoyed the control, Hellcat, because you’re the only one I’ve ever given it to.”

There’s a softness in her eyes that tells me she knows just how much she means to me. It’s one thing to say I’ll burn the world down for her, another to let her rule it in my place.

“What comes next?”

Her question hangs in the air, a specter that’s haunted me since I took over the family business. The Knight legacy isn’t just about power; it’s about survival, continuation. A chill runs down my spine as I look into her eyes, seeing the same determination that drew me to her in the first place.

“Before anything else, there’s something you need to know.” My voice is steady, but inside, I’m a cacophony of nerves. “You’ll have to complete a test.”

“Test?” Her brow furrows, a mixture of confusion and defiance sparking in her gaze. “What kind of test?”

“A test of loyalty, strength, and resolve,” I say, each word measured, heavy with unspoken implications. “That will determine if you’re ready to stand by my side as my wife.”

“Stand by your side, or stand behind you?” There’s a challenge in her tone, one I both respect and desire.

“Beside me,” I affirm, locking my jaw to keep my emotions in check. “Always beside me.”

Her hand pauses on my skin, and I can feel her processing this new reality. She doesn’t move away, doesn’t cower. Instead, sheleans closer, closing the distance between us, her breath warm against my ear.

“Then I’ll pass it with flying colors,” she vows, her voice laced with a fiery conviction that sets my blood aflame. “For us. For our future.”

Chapter 24

The Breeder

Iblink open my eyes to the muted sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, a soft glow that tells me I’ve slept longer than usual. The silken sheets whisper against my skin as I sit up. Nick’s side of the bed is cold, sadly. One of these days, I’d like to wake up in his arms instead of just falling asleep in them.

A note rests on the pillow beside me, its white color all wrong against the deep crimson of the bedspread.

Come find me.

The words are scrawled in his bold, assertive handwriting, and something flutters low in my belly. It’s not just the command that stirs me; it’s the silent promise that lingers between the lines. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I reach for the robe draped across the nearby chair. I slip it on, tying it tight around my waist.

The hallway outside the bedroom is transformed, no longer just a passage but a statement. Rose petals—a trail of them—scatter across the hardwood in vibrant reds and blacks, leading me forward like a path in a dark fairy tale. My heart races with every step I take, the petals a sensual reminder of the man who waits for me, the man who demands my presence with nothing more than a note.

“Nick?” My voice comes out breathy, anticipation tugging at my lips as I call out for him, unsure of where this floral breadcrumb trail will lead. Each petal underfoot is a testament to the opulence he’s surrounded by, to the world he’s brought me into—one where desire and power intertwine.

I follow the roses, holding my breath as I near the doorway at the end of the hall. I know the room well even though I’ve only been there once. It’s the room with the marital bed. Every part of me yearns for what awaits, for the touch of the man who has awakened desires within me I never knew existed.

Eagerly, I step inside, and without Nick to distract me, I take my time really surveying the room. The swing is pulled into a corner, chains still dangle from the ceiling. Despite the many toys and instruments, the bed remains the focal point of the room. The walls are as black as the sheets on the bed, making everything look grander and darker. I love it.

“Kitten,” I hear his voice before I see him, deep and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m glad you found my note.”

Spinning around, I find him. His dark eyes alight with a possessive fire that makes my nipples pebble and my clit throb with want. Nick doesn’t need to speak; his gaze alone beckons me closer, and I’m helpless but to obey.

“Today, I lead,” Nick commands, his voice a caress against my earlobe as he leans closer. He steps around me, his presence predatory, and in his hand is a sleek vibrator, its black surface adorned with a single white snowflake. A shiver of anticipation laces through me, and I nod, silently giving myself over to him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his approval sending warmth straight to my core. With deft fingers, he parts the silk of my robe, exposing me to his hungry gaze. The cold metal of the vibrator trails down my belly, all the way down to my core. “Are you wet for me?”

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