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“No.” I hold her gaze. “My queen.”

Her breath catches.

I run a hand down her lower back, past her waist, smoothing it over her ass the way I know she loves. I grab her soft curves, squeezing till she swipes her tongue against mine. My hand moves around her waist, slipping lower so I can caress her pussy over her clothes. She grinds against the wall, moaning as I rub her, keeping in time with her hips.

I slip my hand down the front of those stretchy black pants. My hand connects with her warm, bare skin. She leans against me with a sigh.

“No panties,” I growl low in her ear. “So, my baby can follow rules, after all.”

She freezes, ice cold against me.

I pull away, searching her face. “What? What is it?”

“It’s nothing.” She looks away, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

And I’ve failed. Again.

When that front door opens?—

I need Erin at my side.

I want her to find Erin standing with me.

Exactly where she belongs.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ERIN

One night.No strings. No panties.

Then we never see each other again.

He didn’t have any rules when he met her. I guarantee their love didn’t start with a contract.

I push the thought away. I’m not the girl shaking in her stilettos anymore. It took two of us to break the rules he set for me that first night, two of us to build this tangled knot of who we are, together.

He was with me every shaky step of the way.

My entire world is about to shift.

Again.

And I need to stay focused.

We huddle together, staring at the monitoring screen hanging on the wall to the right of the locked door.

They’ve searched the car and the driver. They let them drive forward.

The back door of a silver SUV opens. A woman steps out. The world tilts.

Blood on creamy fabric. The woman standing in the snow has no fire around her.

Only cold.

A beautiful ice queen.

Her pale coat hangs from her thin frame. Her hair is darker than it looked on the camera, still blonde, pinned low in an elegant knot. Her cheekbones and jaw are cut into porcelain skin.