her neck. I remove the chain and toss it on the bed.
She turns. "Put that back on."
"No."
She reaches for it, but I grab it and stick it in my pocket.
"It's off for the night."
"Malin—"
"Why don't you practice submitting and do it now?"
She glares.
I reach around and wrap her hair around my fist again then tilt her head up. I brush my lips on hers. "Wearing your hair like this was a good idea. I'm going to make sure you understand how much I like it tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm."
"Malin, let's go," Gustave yells.
I kiss her quickly then release her. "Don't leave my side tonight."
"What if I need to go to the bathroom?"
"I escort you. I go in with you."
Her eyes widen. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
I slide my arm around her waist and lead her through the embassy and into the bar. I pause and lean into her ear. "Do you drink alcohol, ma belle?"
She shakes her head. "No."
"So, you don't ever want it?"
"No."
And because I need her lips on mine, I move her to the wall and kiss her. Her lips are fire, and every piece of me lights up. My erection presses into her stomach, and she palms my chest, stroking my chest hair with her thumb.
"Well, I see you're still enjoying your new piece of ass," the Prime Minister's voice hits my ears.
I freeze, close my eyes briefly, then turn. I keep my body in front of Emilia.
Play your role.
"Prime Minister." I nod. "Where is your woman? I heard you had a new gift from Jonas Torres?" My stomach flips as I say it.
"I do. Is there a reason you're hiding her?"
"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize." I step to the side of Emilia but slide my arm around her waist.
Emilia's eyes widen, but she bows her head.
She didn't know it was the Prime Minister.
I should have prepared her so she knew he was going to be here.
He scans her body, and I try to stop my fists from clenching. "Did you enjoy my involvement in your flogging last night?"
She stays quiet.
"Answer him and look up," I order her.
She raises her chin. "I loved every minute of it. Thank you."
He reaches out.
I put my hand in front of him. "Do not touch my property."
He pulls back. "You will sit next to me tonight."
Emilia's chest rises and falls faster.
Over my dead body.
"Let's go in," I say. I grip the curve of her waist and lead her to the private room. It's not as big as the previous night. There's room for fifty guests. Gustave and Bernadette are at a table with William and Louis. Each of them has a girl I've not seen before next to them, but they look like identical twins. They have reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, ivory skin, and red lips.
What did they pay for those two?
I can only imagine what those sisters are going to have to do together.
This world only gets sicker.
The Prime Minister steps in front of us and pulls out the chair for Emilia. "Sit."
She obeys.
He takes the chair on her right. A beautiful Asian woman, the one I assume was gifted to him, sits on his other side.
I take the chair on Emilia's left and pat my lap. "Come here."
Relief fills Emilia's eyes, and she slides over.
The Prime Minister frowns. "Is she going to sit on your lap all night?" he asks then glances at her neck.
Emilia notices it, and her lips twitch.
I'm suddenly glad she wore it.
I trace my name over her choker, staring into her eyes. "If I decide so. I did pay a billion dollars for her."
"And did you decide if her pussy is worth it?"
Bastard. I turn to him. I shouldn't egg him on and feed his obsession anymore, but I can't help it. "No. I underpaid."
He stares at her, licking his lips.
Gustave gives me his look.
He's right. I need to keep proving she's mine.
Emilia's fingers trace the skin on my chest to the top of my button, swirling and sending electric currents through my body.
I turn back to her, fist her ponytail, and tug her head back. I kiss the top of her cleavage while tracing the bottom of her choker with my other hand. "Tell the room who I am."
"My Master," she breathes.
I dip my finger down her dress and over a nipple, circling it.
She whimpers.
"Louder. Who am I?"
"My Master," she cries out.
I push her head to mine and hold it in front of my face. Her blue eyes are brighter. A blush sweeps across her face.