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I bent forward, darkness claiming my vision as my release filled her. Somehow through the remnants of pleasure, I lowered us both to the bed, keeping us on our sides.

My forehead rested on her shoulder, my breath coming in rough bursts.

“Damon.”

“You’re mine, Robber. My wife,” I muttered, kissing her nape.

“I love you, Damon.”

In every lifetime, that confession would still my heart. “Do you trust me?”

Before she could respond, I snaked my arm over her hips, my hand searching out her center again. I felt where we were still joined and then proceeded to finger her swollen clit through two more orgasms before the convulsions of her pussy brought me another climax of my own.

A little while later, we stood in front of the window, staring at the massacre of colors the sunset painted on the sky. I held Robyn to my chest, my fingers gently playing with her hair. And that was when the knock came.

She clutched me tighter. “Why isn’t Pat here yet?”

I had to admit, I didn’t think it would take this long for them to come, but there was nothing I could do to make it go faster. “Soon.” I pressed my lips to her head. “We’ll be out of here soon.”

“Mr. Remington.” Another impatient knock. “They’re waiting,” the cold voice on the other side of the door warned.

I went to release her, and Robyn grabbed my arm, shaking her head. “I don’t like this, Damon. You don’t have to go. Just give some excuse to stay until Pat gets here.”

I took her hand and kissed the backs of her knuckles, memorizing the feel of her wedding ring against her skin. Knowing I’d gotten her back was the only thing giving me enough strength to let her go. “I promised you I’d end this, and I will. Trust me.”

Her eyes flickered, and her brows started to draw together. “It’s them I don’t trust.”

“I know, Robber,” I murmured and kissed her forehead. “Promise me you’ll lock the door and stay here when I leave.”

Her eyes glistened when they looked up to mine. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

“Always. I will always come back to you,” I vowed and then walked away from her before I no longer had the strength to.

Chapter Thirty-One

Damon

“Time’s up, Mr. Remington,” Belmont greeted me with as soon as I stepped into the office.

He was still positioned in his chair behind the desk, and in front of him stood Amir Shazad. The older Shazad regarded me with the best poker face I’d ever seen.

“I think I’ve been more than accommodating to both parties to get this deal finished. I’m known for being accommodating. I’m not known for being taken advantage of, gentlemen, so I’m going to have to insist we proceed with the original arrangement.”

I fired the two words through my tight teeth, letting my displeasure show.

It didn’t much matter now, I thought, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It hadn’t taken much more than an hour for the Feds to show up at the Sherwood Garage after Robyn had calledthem about me. Maybe the false alarm now made them react slower. Or possibly the location of Belmont’s chalet.

Whatever the reason, they were on borrowed time. We all were.

A look passed between Belmont and Amir. One I didn’t like.

“You are known for a lot of things, Mr. Remington. Transparency in the services you provide. Authenticity of those services and their results.” Amir leaned forward, his position turning threatening. “Imagine my surprise when my son discovered that the list of women you sent us was fabricated.”

Fuck.

“I was curious to know why, but at dinner, I understood.”

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