The ambient violet-gold light of the private quarters felt heavy and suffocating, thick with the scent of sandalwood, rich wine, and the raw, addictive alpha dominance of the two men who had traded their independent empires for my court.I sat on the edge of the low velvet bed, my midnight-blue suit jacket discarded, leaving me in a sheer white silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar. The star-shaped scar on my right palm was burning hot, still tightly locked into the capital’s central infrastructure grid."You’re pushing the core frequency too hard, Julian," Victor murmured, stepping into the room. He had loosened his tuxedo tie, his gray eyes dark and heavy as he walked over to the bed. He knelt on the floorboards between my knees, his large, cool hands sliding up my thighs to ground the erratic, buzzing solar energy in my veins. "I can feel your pulse through the Sterling servers. If you choke the Eastern refineries to ten percent, their grid failure will create a back-p
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