Victor
No one has ever dared laugh at me. Not as nobility, not even as a secret assassin on assignment for X-Member.
Not till today.
A bright-eyed, fully relaxed, Luxury tosses her head back, curly hair falling in cascades around her.We’ve traded the Learjet for the backseat of a private vehicle, and she commands the entire spacious area, attempting to cover her chuckles with a hand.
“Lux.” My eyes take in each and every inch of the breathtaking woman.
Bubbly.
Happy.
Youthful.
“We must discuss what I revealed before your slumber.”
A giggle bubbles from her mouth.
“You can’t have a laugh at my expense, Little One.” I reach over, claim a slender, curved thigh, and scoot her closer. I’d give away half myfortuneto freeze this moment in time, to always keep her fully and utterly content.
Don’t ruin her.
Not like Maddy.
Not like . . .
I turn, pushing a knee between her legs, and lay one hand along the headrest over her shoulders. My gorgeous woman’s trapped beneath my calculating touch.
“For the record, I wasn’t laughing at your expense, like someoneI know.That was the chuckle of a woman who’s no longer all there. You’re a noble, my ass.” She peeks around my head, glances at Burt and the chauffeur, then back at me.
“I want you,” I say.
“A king—”
“I’m not a bloody king.”
“Aroyalwould take.” Challenge alights her gaze, although her cheeks warm as my hand glides across her thigh. The new, navy-blue dress suit offers ample access, but the chit’s torn between desire and apprehension. Luxury places her tiny hand over mine, stopping my quest. Instead of pushing me away, she moves my hands closer to that silky, hot spot between her inner thighs, mouthing, “Be quiet.”
I grow hard imagining the sweet taste of her.
Twinkling brown eyes again snap toward the front then to me. I quickly take off my jacket, shielding us, and become reacquainted with her luscious thighs. I twine my fingers against the lace of her panties.
Luxury’s lips tug through her teeth. A subtle yet silenced moan motivates my fingers to plunge inside of her.
“Mmmm, Vic,” she says against my neck. “God, I love this but . . . this is bad.”
“Is it now?” With a sly grin, I remove my fingers from beneath my jacket and lick them one at a time.
Luxury bites my neck. “You enjoy my pain, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, planting my knees on the floor of the vehicle, facing her. “Albeit, you’re permitted not to scream this time.”
Stifling her own laughter, Luxury opens her legs to capture my hips and murmurs, “I know of a more accommodating position, but just—”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a sarcastic tone. Luxury meant her straddling me as I sat. However, she’d have been overcome with paranoia in that instance. I lock her between me with my hands clamped onto the headrest on either side of her.
With amusement in my eyes, I inquire, “Need something to bite down on?”