Page 181 of Her Beast

“And what about Carl?” she had dared to ask.

“He will not be found.”

Julia had left the matter at that.

Was she cold not to have mourned the passing of the only father she knew, as well as the death of one she never would know?

Perhaps. But Julia had decided that that was something she could live with.

And a Second, More Wicked, Epilogue

Later that same night…

Malcolm was buried in Maisie’s hot, skilled throat when he heard the knock he’d been expecting.

“Come in!”

The door opened and Julia squinted into the gloom before her eyes settled on Malcolm and Maisie.

He made sure she got a good look at what Maisie was doing before he tapped the kneeling woman’s jaw, her signal to sit up.

“Happy birthday, darling. Come in and shut the door.”

Julia was like a beautiful, exquisitely colored bird that was poised for flight. And for one long moment, Malcolm thought she would fly away—that this gift had been too much, too soon, even though she had hinted, in her not very subtle way, that such a thing was one of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

But sometimes fantasies were best kept to the imagination, so Malcolm hadn’t been quite sure this was the gift she wanted. He still wasn’t…

So, he watched and waited.

His diamonds still glittered at her lovely throat and the gown she wore—notthe one she’d worn to her birthday celebration earlier, but one that she would have discovered upon going to her bedroom afterward—was the shade he liked best on her, the pale pink of a virgin’s blush, all the more striking because the gown was cut for a courtesan, the bodice low enough that her nipples rose over the tight silk.

She straightened her spine and deliberately shut the door without making a sound.

Malcolm smiled and he knew it was an insufferable, smug expression. He gestured with his chin toward the mirror.

She had to visibly wrench her gaze away from him.

Her lips parted at what waited for her on the other side of the glass.

His gaze never left her, but he knew what she was seeing: Two identically beautiful, black-haired, blue-eyed, intensely masculine angels, naked and erect, their muscular bodies glistening with oil.

The only thing they wore were matching black leather straps around their cocks and balls, keeping them erect for his wife’s birthday pleasure.

When Julia turned back to him, there was a faint smile on her angel mouth. “For me?”

“All for you.”

She caught her lower lip in a gesture that made his cock, already throbbing and wet, leak like a firehose.

“They have their instructions,” he said, when he saw a glimmer of uncertainty. “All you need to do is go in and enjoy yourself.”

She swallowed again, her glance flitting to Maisie, a small frown marring her brow. “Are you going to—” she looked from Malcolm’s cock to Maisie’s mouth.

“Come in her?” he suggested.

She squeezed her eyes shut briefly but then opened them and nodded.

Oh, her face was so easy to read that it really wasn’t fair. Malcolm knew she’d be both aroused and displeased at the thought, the warring emotions confusing her.

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