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Chapter 10
France
HEART POUNDING, I pushed myself to my feet.
There were so many conflicting messages coming from Danton. He’d told me Cameron had conspired behind my back to trick me into coming to France - and now this, a warning that the house we’d escaped from was a sinister threat to any subs that entered.
He rose. “It means you’re safer with me.”
“Explain what that place really is.”
And why the hell you were there.
He waved it off. “It’s lost in translation. You misunderstood. I meant they would have fucked you night and day back at Hillenbrand. And you’ve had no anal training, at all.”
“They would have had to have caught me first.”
“I had no trouble catching you.”
I shrugged. “Still.”
“There would have been no rest for the wicked.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “It would have been fun to watch though.”
“You don’t mean that?”
“I’m making a joke.” He looked at me with an offended expression. “English is not my first language.”
“And it shows.”
“Maybe I’ll take you back.”
I shoved at him.
“I’m serious,” he smirked.
“No, you’re not,” I said, pointing at him. “You’re in just as much trouble as I am. I’m going to have words with De Sade when I see him again.” I let Danton take my hand and lead me across the sand. “I didn’t once mention to him I had a capture fantasy.”
Then I remembered I was in the middle of nowhere with the renowned Monsieur Danton. From the way he was staring at me, he might have been thinking the same thing.
We made our way up the winding path. I tripped and he caught me, lifting me up into his arms.
I hoped I hadn’t just run off with a psychopath.
When he smiled, though, there was no malice, no meanness - just an endearing sweetness from a man who obviously worshipped sensual deviance.
Just like me.
Dry leaves crunched beneath his feet. The grandeur of his beautiful home rose into view, a place that no doubt contained a lifetime of memories. From Danton’s expression, he might have been haunted by a few; his eyes were filled with melancholy and something else, perhaps thoughts of our future here.
I truly hoped so.
Despite all these uncertainties, and the fact I hardly knew him, we’d connected on a level of trust I’d never before known existed - a connection that went beyond the physical.
He’d seen I needed rescuing and had not thought twice about the consequences.
I loved his sweet smile, the way he touched me, gently at first, and then with a commanding grip that guided me. He was my dark prince who’d whisked me away from my misadventures - my naivety so glaring I cringed when I thought of it.
He unlocked the front door.
