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“What’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just a little tired.” I’d noticed her watching Ash earlier, but he’d deliberately gone out of his way to ignore her. “I’m not used to this weather.”

“When the men are planning war tonight, why don’t we have a girl’s night in drinking cocktails and watching movies while doing our nails?” Cassandra asked.

Lucrezia looked down at her perfectly manicured nails. “That sounds good, especially the cocktails.”

“Megan makes a mean pornstar martini.” Cassandra gave me a quick, hard kiss. “I’m going before I have to watch my husband sext another man and get jealous.”

She stood up and straightened her top. I gave her a narrow-eyed glare.

“Come on, Lucrezia, there are some things that we do not need to witness.”

The saucy little minx winked at me as she ushered my cousin from the room. That was why I loved her. She didn’t need to take care of Lucrezia, but she saw someone in pain and wanted to help them.

Staring at the scene, I began to type, my stomach rolling with every word. There was no doubt in my head the dirty fucker was sitting somewhere with his dick in his hand, imagining my wife. She was too good for me, but she was completely out of this guy’s league. I should have ignored Jordan and blew his brains out when I had his location, but now he was included in our long-term plans because he was interacting with some very interesting characters.

Cassandra and Lucrezia walked past the window on their way to the pond. Every time I lost her, she was sitting beside the water, talking to those fish.

The bars of my gilded cage began to tarnish. All the privileges that I grew up with began to wither and die as more evidence came to light about the men I used to look up to. Leaving the phone on the table, I went to the window and watched Cassandra and Lucrezia.

Cassandra’s baby bump was finally showing, and she tended to unconsciously touch her stomach every so often as if to check that it was still there.

Emotion formed a lump in my throat. She was the light in the darkness that surrounded me. I would do everything it took to ensure she survived this nightmare. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be normal and not the son of Hugh Bartholomew.

Fear churned deep in my stomach at the thought of her being taken from me. I made a silent vow to myself that I would destroy everything I once believed in before I let anything happen to her.

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Chapter Twenty

Cassandra

Warmth surrounded me in the darkness, perspiration coating my skin. My hips arched up as that divine friction massaged my core, that piercing trailing along the front wall.

I loved hard and angry sex, I adored it when Xavier fucked me into submission, but this right here was my favourite.

I’d gone to bed after two movies, too much popcorn, and watching everyone else getting tipsy around me. The men had still been planning their war when I passed their den on the way to bed. Xavier came out to press a kiss to my forehead and tell me he’d be up soon. I’d been so exhausted, I fell asleep hugging his pillow.

Whatever time it was, the sky remained dark outside. Since we got married, Xavier had never let me go to sleep without us both enjoying an orgasm. He moved deep and slow, sliding in and out of me. Barely awake sex was the best kind, when you were floating somewhere between dream and reality.

Xavier kissed me, his tongue replicating his cock, delving in deep to claim me. It felt like we were back in The Midnight Rooms, when all I could focus on was the movement of his cock.

“Zee,” I moaned, grabbing his ass to drag him further into me.

He groaned, slamming into me harder since I was awake.

I was on fire, sensation stoking the flames that burned deep in my tummy. My teeth sunk into his shoulder, and he let out that deep, gravelly groan that sent shivers down my spine. I pushed until he rolled onto his back, his hands on the curve of my ass.

I undulated up and down, setting my own pace and pushing us both toward the edge, grinding my pelvis against his. Heat bloomed in my chest until I was panting, every inch of me on fire. My legs trembled with the effort, and Xavier sat up so he could kiss me.

“I can’t,” I whispered, my thighs tightening.

“Hands and knees, baby.”

“Hmmm.” I pulled off him and felt empty as I settled myself, my ass in the air and my arms stretched in front of me for my head to rest on.

His lips skimmed up my spine, leaving kisses on every vertebra. “You ready?”

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