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We take the quiet route home. Side streets, garden pathways, and enter the manor from the outdoor passageway entrance. When we reach her room, I shut the door, turn on my heel, and lean against the wall. Grabbing her waist, I pull her to my chest. She rests her head on my heart, her hands exploring a new part of me.

“Why would you go somewhere private with Marcus?” She swallows and takes a shaky breath. I lift her chin with my knuckle to meet my gaze. “Violet?”

“He wanted to talk, and it was loud…” She tries to hide, but I grab her chin to keep her locked in with me. “I didn’t think he was going to do anything like that. We were just supposed to talk.” A tear escapes, and I smear it with my thumb.

“What could he want to talk to you about?” There are plenty of reasons. I know this. He’s one of the many who have noticed Violet from the start. I swallow when her thumb grazes a divot on my abs that’s nearly an inch and a half deep.

It’s happening. I’m going to lose control.

“It was pointless.” She sniffles and wipes a tear as it’s about to break. “Fighting off his advances. We’re engaged… It’s inevitable.”

My jaw clenches as I stifle my knee-jerk reaction to this information. I don’t care about whatever arrangement that I’m sure Richard and Sir Lazeroff have between them. Violet will never belong to anyone else.

She’s mine.

“No, it’s not. What is inevitable is you and me.” I lean down and kiss her neck. Slow, soft, nothing like me. But everything that she needs right now. I brush my lips over her soft skin, nip at her earlobe, then blow in her ear. A shiver moves through her, goose bumps form along her neck and down her arms.

Pushing off the wall, I move her along backwards. Slowly, I’m in no rush. When she hits the bed frame, I follow her as I lower her down and hover over her as I have done so many times. Only this time, I’m not going to stop myself. I capture her lips as she sucks in a breath. She clutches the fabric of my shirt, kissing me with the same intensity I do her. Wrapping my arm around her I close the space between us. Darting out my tongue, I lick between her lips then bite down on the pillowy flesh. I force my tongue between her teeth, wrapping it around hers before coming back out and biting down on her lip, dragging it out between my teeth. Then I kiss her softly to make it better.

Everything about her is soft. Her skin, her angles, her touch, her curves, her heart. She really is a flower.

My Flower.

I kiss her again, and again, losing myself in her scent and velvet touch. She continues to explore, her hands brushing beneath the hem of my shirt. My cock twitches; there’s no stopping me tonight.

She moves from my lips, kissing her way along my jaw to my ear. When she flicks me with her tongue, I shiver and am instantly hard.

Fuck this girl.

Sitting back on my haunches, I rip through the front of her dress, yank the material from beneath her, and toss it to the ground. I take in the sight of her while I make a show of undoing my belt and trouser buttons. My mark on her shoulder is healing nicely. I took my branding pen to it to cauterize and emphasize the scar. Her breasts are perked from the rush of cold air, her nipples beading, waiting to be sucked on.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, Kitten.” She bites her lower lip, her eyes giving me a once-over. I kick off my trousers, sending them to the floor. Then I cross my arms, grab the hem of my tank top, lift it over my head, and toss it in the pile.

She tries not to, but the concern in her gaze is there. The scars that cover my abdomen hit like fireworks. Dark and deep in the middle and thinning around the outer rim. A spider web that holds my darkest secret. My muscles are permanently damaged in some spots. The cuts are so deep that, combined with the scar tissue, some of the divots have large gaps or are nearly two inches deep.

Violet slides beneath me, brushing her lips against the proof of the most disgusting part of me. Kissing, licking, and sucking along the marks. I am in pain despite removing my trousers. The pressure building in my cock from the anticipation of having her has me leaking.

Wrapping my fingers around her neck, I lift her back up on the bed, grab her thigh to spread her legs, and settle myself between her. Her breathing quivers when she feels how hard I am. She tries to kiss me, but I hold her down and lean in so I’m a mere inch away from her lips. When I rock my hips into her and grind against her pussy a whimper escapes her. I flick her lower lip with my tongue, and she pushes herself further into my grip to try and capture a kiss. A smirk tugs at my lips, and I rock into her again, lightly brushing her lips with mine. She tries again and again, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts and removing her own air supply to chase what we both want. I flick and lick her lips with my tongue, running it along their length.

Ughhh, I’m rock hard. I grip her neck harder, continuing this torture until she’s shaking, and I know I’m about to go too far. I press my hips forward, holding myself against her to slow both of us down.

“I want you,” I say, releasing her neck and crashing into her lips as the last word leaves my own.

Kissing, biting, then kissing and biting some more.

No more waiting.

I shove down my boxers and kick them off the bed, then yank Violet’s off and do the same. Her chest rises and falls in labored breaths, her eyes eating me up with the same desire I hold for her. Fisting my throbbing cock I give it a few rough tugs, spreading my pre-cum over the length so I can slide into her. Sweat beads on my chest and forehead. I press my tip to her clit, slide to her opening, and back up. Violet’s hips jerk, her legs shaking, she bites down on her lower lip, and her eyes go wide when I line myself with her opening.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I press the tip in, and her hips jerk to meet me. She already feels so good.

“Taking what’s mine.” I rock my hips back, then press the tip in again.

“Mmm…” She whimpers. She’s soaking and swollen, dying for me to relieve the ache. Her eyes dart over my face, my chest, before she sneaks a look at me inside of her and meets my eyes again.

“You nervous, Kitten?” I ask, while my own body is shaking. She whimpers again, sucks her lips through her teeth, and gives a little nod. “Good… I am too… Where are you?” Her breaths come out choppy.

“I’m right here.”