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“Can I… touch it?” she asked, her breath suddenly affected.
“Oh, my darling,” he dipped his head down to put his mouth against the curve of her shoulder. “You can do more than touch it. As soon as we’re through with you, this could all be yours.”
“Mine?” she breathed, her voice a bit raspy with the temptation.
“Yours,” Caspian answered, lightly kissing her shoulder. My gaze dropped to that perfect round bubble butt of hers, still pink from the work of Caspian’s hand.
She had the most perfect ass in the entire world. I was going to spend the rest of my life worshipping it.
She was lost in the sea of sparkling gems; her mind didn’t even seem present. When she pulled focus, we could tell. She straightened, her eyes lighting up with a familiar fire. “I don’t need your gems.”
Caspian and I exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between us. We both recognized the spirit in her, the unyielding independence, and it was making my dick hard.
She was going to get what was coming to her soon enough.
CHAPTER 11
Zazie
As I stood there, sandwiched between Caspian and Murtagh, my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the bathtub overflowing with gems. They glittered like a thousand tiny stars, each one whispering promises of luxury and enchantment and all things wonderful. It was like something out of a fairytale, and part of me—a part I wasn’t entirely proud of—wanted to dive in and never come out.
Just give in. You know you want them. You want to touch them, languish in them… let them caress every bit of you.
But another voice inside me, stronger and more insistent, kept pushing back.
I wasn’t for sale. I wouldn’t ever be.
The thought ran through my mind like a mantra. They might have wealth and power, and yes, an inexplicable magnetism that drew me in like a moth to a flame, but I wasn’t just some prize to be won. I had my pride, my independence, my entire fucking life.
I was a woman.
I could feel their eyes on me, measuring my responses, waiting to see how I would react. There was an air of expectation, as if they were used to getting what they wanted, and I would simply fall in line and be another one of their conquests. But I wasn’t going to be swayed by shiny trinkets and their riches, no matter how mesmerizing they were. I was so much more than that.
I couldn’t be bought. I wouldn’t be bought.
I tore my gaze away from the hypnotic beauty of the gems, feeling a surge of defiance building inside me. Caspian’s smooth voice and Murtagh’s intense stare, it all felt like a test, one I was determined not to give into.
I was going to win this, not them.
I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and met their eyes with newfound defiance.
“Look,” I started, my voice stronger than I felt, “I appreciate the… whatever this is. But I’m not some damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet by shiny things. I have my own life, my own dreams, my own career. And none of that is up for sale.”
Caspian looked taken aback, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed face. Had he really expected this whole charade to work? Seriously? What kind of woman did he think I was?
Murtagh, in contrast, had a completely unreadable expression. Was that respect in his eyes? Or amusement? I couldn’t tell, and it frustrated me even more. There was something about it that felt exceedingly dangerous, and I took a step back. Maybe it was the glint in his eyes, but it reminded me of the look he had given me right before he’d spanked and fucked me all those years ago right over his desk in his office.
“I’m not just going to swoon over a bathtub full of jewels and forget who I am,” I continued, the words pouring out of me now, fueled by a mix of anger and pride and something else.
Arousal.
I hated it. Loathed it, even.
My mind kept circling back to the gems. I kept looking at them, wanting to reach out and touch them. I really fucking needed to get out of the room.
So I turned around and walked out, impressed with my own willpower. Caspian and Murtagh followed me without a word, each of them looking a bit shellshocked, Caspian more so, but Murtagh a little too.
As I left the bathroom, the spell of the gems seemed to fade. The further I got away from the surreal luxury of the clawfoot bathtub filled with glittering stones, the clearer my thoughts became. It was like emerging from a dream, only to be confronted with a harsher reality.
