Elara’s POVVictor stood in the study, his shirt slightly rumpled, hair messy from whatever he had been doing. The guilt in his eyes was impossible to miss.“Victor,” I said quietly, heart pounding. “Where have you been?”He closed the door behind him and tried to pull me into his arms. “Just business, Elara. Nothing you need to worry about.”I stepped back, crossing my arms. “Business? At this hour? After Isabella was all over you at the gala? I’m not stupid.”Damien walked in at that moment, sensing the tension. “What’s going on?”Victor tried to deflect again, but I was done. The jealousy, the secrets, the way he had been distant, it all boiled over. I stepped forward, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him hard, pouring my frustration into it. “If you won’t tell me the truth,” I whispered against his lips, “then at least remind me why I keep choosing you.”That was all it took.I pushed Victor against the desk, dropping to my knees and freeing his cock. I sucked him deep and sloppy whi
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