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“Shame.” He swiped a finger over his bottom lip. “You say my guests missed me, but did you?”
“Like one misses a root canal,” Ily quipped under her breath.
She flinched as if she hadn’t meant to say anything.
Rachel made a strangled noise.
Ily’s shock coupled with my brittle mood made a half grunt, half chuckle escape my lips.
Not funny, you idiot.
Fuck.
Ily shot me a look.
Something blistering, burning passed between us.
Victor sniffed. “If you missed me that much, Ilyana, perhaps I should reward your affection with a ride, hmm?”
She sucked in a breath.
My heart stopped.
Victor didn’t move, but his smile turned sharp. “I think you both got a tad too comfortable in my absence. All work and no play equals unruly, naughty jewels.”
Balling my hands, I growled with far too much truth. “She’s exactly how I want her.”
Ily threw me a bewildered look before dropping her gaze to her knees.
Victor scowled. “I see your argumentative self is still flourishing, mon ami. You’re like two peas in a pod.”
That damn sickness rushed up my gullet. “Sorry, Vic. I just mean she’s—”
“As spicy as ever.” Victor shrugged away whatever he’d been thinking. “No matter. I’ve grown rather used to her audacity. It’ll be a sad day when you finally whip that flagrant rudeness out of her. I admit…I do enjoy her spirit.”
Once again, my voice deserted me.
“Go on, Henri.” He arched his chin at the forgotten bag in my hands. “Open it. It’s merely a trifle for my favourites.”
“Favourites?”
“Of course. You and your little nightmare make this place highly entertaining.” Shifting his smile to Rachel, he commanded softly. “You may kneel now, my pet.”
“Yes, Sir V.” Rachel instantly folded off the couch, her breasts bouncing a little beneath her teddy. She was a stunning woman, but everything about her subservience turned me off.
I hated that Ily had adopted such traits.
That she’d thought the way to seduce me was to be like them when the opposite was true. If she’d slapped me instead of kneeled for me? Kicked me instead of ‘accidentally’ dropped her towel? Fuck, the past month would’ve been a very different story.
Ily and Rachel shared another look, and without a word, Ily dropped elegantly to the carpet and bowed her chin. She went without my command. She went because Rachel did.
The urge to drag her onto the couch was unbearable.
The desire to slap her awake from whatever submission she thought I wanted had my teeth clenching and cock twitching in my jeans.
I wished I could reverse time and never hug her the night she was high. Never kiss her. Never meet her at the club because every day I spent in her company, I died a little more. I died because I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe because she’d stolen everything.
Victor eyed Ily kneeling demurely, her slouchy jumper puddling around her thighs. He huffed. “For a woman as beautiful as you, you’re always so determined to hide. Pity.”
