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Before she became the first and only woman to ever break me truly.

I stepped back. “Rae. . .we should talk.”

Chapter fourteen

Wet, Wrecked, Worshipped

Fabien

Instantly, she stopped laughing and looked at me over her shoulder. “Fabien. . .what do you mean we have to talk?”

“Is your passport up to date?”

“Uh. . .yes but—”

“Is it here in New York?”

“Would you calm down?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Will I need to call the police?”

“It’s too late you’re already arrested by an international spy.”

She laughed.

Oh. She thinks I’m playing.

I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her lush ass.

The sharp smack echoed through the suite.

“Oh!” She gasped, her spine arching, her ass jiggling beneath the impact in a way that made my vision blur for a second. “Holy fuck.”

Think.

I stilled, my palm resting against the curve of her ass, feeling the lingering heat from the smack. Her body was still trembling, her breath unsteady, but something in her laughter, in the teasing lilt of her voice, gnawed at me.

I’m missing something.

She wasn’t afraid of me.

She wasn’t holding back because she didn’t want this.

She was holding back becauseshe still saw an exit.

And maybe that was my fucking fault.

Maybe the problem wasn’t that she was hesitating—it was that I was trying to force her into a decision she wasn’t ready to make.

I was asking her to drop everything, to rework her life, to abandon whatever plans she had for the sake ofme—a man that she had just met.

But wasn’t I the one who could move?

Wasn’t I the one with endless resources?

I had spent the last few hours trying toclaimher.

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