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An Alonso didn’t suffer from anxiety attacks or spend their nights worrying about every little thing that could go wrong the next day.
The Valhalla Club prided itself on its exclusive, invite-only memberships for the world’s wealthiest and most powerful.
If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.
Twin flames of resentment and frustration burned in my chest. I was weak for Stella Alonso, and I hated it.
“Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.”
Once I did, I could put my disturbing obsession with Stella Alonso behind me once and for all.
“You did well.”
“What impression did I make on you?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
“Merely making sure you return to your hotel safe and sound,” he drawled.
“Fine, I’m not interested in your sex life.”
“Hmm. That’s a shame.” The hint of laughter intensified.
“Why did you show up at dinner tonight?”
“I wanted to see someone.”
“Who did you want to see?”
Christian Harper was a man who thrived on controlling everything, including his feelings.
“You think you know everything.” “I do.” The words rang with the confidence of someone who truly believed what they were saying.
“Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re a gentleman at all.” A slow, lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Smart girl.”
Green eyes. Green dress. Symbolic of life and nature. Green. Apparently, it was my new favorite fucking color.
“What I want…”
“Is for you to be safe. There are bad people in this world, Butterfly, and some of them are in the room right outside. So next time, I don’t care if I’m in the middle of a conversation with the Queen of fucking England. Interrupt me. Understand?”
Stella’s eyes narrowed. “Butterfly?” Beautiful. Elusive. Hard to catch.
“Because I don’t want to be jailed for murder if anyone touches a hair on your head.”
Some photos were worth a thousand words. This photo said only one. Mine.
That was nothing compared to how she lived rent-free in my fucking head.
A hand grasped my chin and tilted it up. “Stella, look at me.”
“Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.”
“I can take care of myself, but your concern is duly noted.” My words lengthened into a drawl. “I didn’t realize you cared that much about my safety.”
I needed time to mentally prepare for outings that involved extensive socialization with strangers.
“If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.”
“How do other people see me?”
“Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.”
“I’m giving it back. It’s too much,” I said firmly. “This is a diamond watch, Christian. It must be worth tens of thousands of dollars.” “Ninety-two thousand, six hundred.”
“It’s only money. I have plenty of it.” Christian’s brows dipped into a V. “I thought you’d like it. You said you needed a new watch.”
“It’s because you haven’t looked me in the eye since New York. Because you’re all I can fucking think about no matter where I am or who I’m with, and the thought of you hurt or upset makes me want to raze this city to the ground.” Soft, almost desperate viciousness coated his voice. “I’ve never wanted someone more, and I’ve never hated myself more for it.”
“I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…”
“I’m jealous of every person you smile at…”
“Every laugh I don...
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“Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your li...
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Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.
Seventy thousand dollars for one moment alone with her. It was worth it.
“I could watch you count every grain of sand on the beach and it would be exciting.”
“Drop your arms for me, sweetheart. I want to see you.”
I may not be her first, but I would damn well be her last.
I would never make it to heaven, but that didn’t matter as long as she ruled beside me in hell.
With her, I was undone before we’d even begun.
I wanted to swallow every gasp and feel every sigh against my lips until I consumed her and made her mine in every fucking way.
“Scream for me, sweetheart.”
“Let me hear how much you love this.”
