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“I want him. All of him. Exclusively. I don’t do reverse harems. I don’t want to share. If he’s got someone else, even if it’s just in his past..I…I can’t. I want to be the only one he looks at like that. The only one he touches. The only one he whispers to on the ice.” Isla tilted her head, smile softening. “Babe, reverse harem isn’t a crime. Some people make it work. Multiple loves, multiple connections. It’s not always betrayal.” “Maybe for some people,” I said firmly. “Not for me. I’m greedy. I want him to myself. Completely. If he’s still hung up on that woman in the portrait, if he’s the kind of man who keeps hearts in rotation, I’ll walk away. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll do it.”

But it was getting harder by the second, downstairs, Sienna had moved her lips from Nathan’s neck to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that made me want to scream. “I remember how good we were together,” she murmured against his skin. “How perfect we fit, don’t you remember, Nathan? Don’t you miss what we had?” Nathan’s hands were still on her wrists but he wasn’t pushing her away anymore. His eyes were closed and his breathing had gotten heavier. I could see the conflict written all over his face. And then I saw his eyes flash silver. Kael. Kael was trying to surface. Relief flooded through me for just a moment. Kael would push her away.

Not one to refuse an invitation of this kind, I kissed her back, hard and deep, letting the fire eat up what was left of my anger. When she moaned into my mouth, I grabbed her waist, lifted her easily, and tossed her back onto the bed. She was staring hungrily at me, her eyes hazy with lust. “Let me make it up to you,” I grinned, already settling myself between her legs. She giggled breathlessly, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulled me down for another dirty kiss. She was right. That bastard Nicholas and that betraying bitch Anastasia should be the least of my concerns right now.

I could still hear the music through the glass walls waltz after waltz for the happy couple. I lifted another glass to my lips. Someone cleared their throat behind me. “Eleanor.” My name rolled off his tongue like an intimate secret. I turned slowly, unsteady on my feet. He stood in the shadows, tall and lean in a midnight-black suit. Dark hair, eyes the color of old whiskey, warm and watchful, even in the darkness. Damian Laird. The one man in that entire room who had looked at me with something that wasn’t pity. My father’s business rival. My ex fiance’s personal nemesis.

Emmeline's face turned absolutely scarlet with her mouth falling open in shock. She punched him weakly in the chest, her glare undermined by the furious blush spreading down her neck. "You're absolutely shameless!" she hissed, though her body betrayed her with a shiver of arousal. A wicked, sinful smirk tugged at the corner of Zavian's lips. He leaned in close until his breath felt hot against her ear. "I'd swim in your red sea without hesitation, little girl. I'd worship between your thighs for hours, drinking you down, making you come on my tongue again and again until you forgot your own name. Your period wouldn't stop me. Nothing would stop me from claiming what's mine."

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.