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He groans again, his tongue working faster.

The feeling my body is experiencing is indescribable. It feels good, in fact, way better than good. It’s fucking amazing! Like I’m soaring on a cloud in the sky, feeling God’s blessings as I rise higher.

He sucks hard, and my body responds instantly to him, sending waves of pleasure shooting between my wet, warm thighs. My uterus contracts, a brief moment of light pain as it judders back to normal, my head thumping against the desk, and I’m crying out his name. “Valentin!”

“I’m addicted to your taste and your moans,” he says, tongue licking my juices.

After wiping his mouth with my panties, he tugs my collar tightly with his teeth before kissing my neck. His mouth moves to mine as he explores my mouth forcefully, the taste of myself lingering between us.

With my limbs trembling, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he lifts me. “Have you forgiven me now?”

“I didn’t know you did anything wrong,” I reply, adjusting my dress over my ass, aware that I probably won’t see my panties again.

“Obviously, I did something that made you run away from me, leaving this behind,” he says, gripping the V pendant tightly between his fingers, his knuckle pressing against my throat.

Standing on my toes, I bring my mouth to his. “Sorry, I was scared,” I admit.

“Scared because you don’t trust me?” He adjusts his cufflink, raising his eyebrow.

A warmth begins to stir in my chest, in place of the chaos I’m used to. “I trust you,” I say, my throat tightening around the words because it’s the first time I’ve told them to anyone.

He gives me a skeptical look, clearly unsure if he believes what I’m saying. “When you spend the night tonight, I don’t want to find my bed empty when I wake up.”

Grabbing his gold ring, I slide it back onto his finger. Looking directly into his eyes, I say, “I said I trust you.”

He kisses my cheek. “Then I’ll never hurt you,” he promises.

He extends his hand, and my fingers intertwine with his as we step into the casino together. As I scan the crowd, a few curious glances come our way.

I hold my head high, the diamonds around my neck sparkling in the light.

The murmurs of my friends reach my ears, but their opinions don’t matter. Proudly, I accept my relationship with the Brigadier. There’s no shame in being claimed by someone so powerful.

Valentin flashes a confident grin. “I’ll be outside when you close,” he assures me, pressing his lips to the top of my head and giving me a light squeeze on my ass before stepping back.

“Okay,” I hesitate. Doesn’t the Brigadier have more important things than waiting for me to finish work?

With a commanding glance around the room, he sends a clear message that anyone who dares to act out will face his consequences. Then he strides out, his men forming a silent barrier as they follow in his wake.

I stand in the center of the room, taking in everything we’ve created. My heart races, and my thoughts swirl with excitement. This casino is not the final destination; it’s merely the launchpad. I crave something even greater. With the Brigadier by my side, I know it’s coming.

CHAPTER TWENTY

VALENTIN

Three weeks ago, I claimed Lexi as mine, but she left me alone, my collar abandoned on the nightstand, as if it held no meaning for her.

But I knew it wasn’t the end of us. When I gifted her the black box, I noticed her gaze fixed on the collar, and in her eyes, a bright, calm glimmer hinted at a softness beneath her hardened exterior. The mask of courage she wore began to crack, and the spark of relief in her eyes conveyed her desire for me to possess her—to love her.

I gave her the space she clearly needed. After all, why else would she have slipped away without saying a word?

Sort of.

I had been by her side every step of the way, helping to build her little empire—a silent partner. By discreetly giving the construction foreman a little extra cash, I ensured that progress moved swiftly and that all permits were secured without a hitch.

When her surveillance cameras were installed at the casino, my team was able to tap into them, giving me the ability to keep a close watch on her. I already had access to the cameras in her warehouse.

Every night, I watched her sleep on the couch, her dreams troubled and her eyes puffy from the tears she shed. I knew those tears were for me. Each night, I too lay awake, consumed by thoughts of her.