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to quench my curiosity, how did you meet Prince al’Tarakh?”
    “In a bar.” I was to the point.
    “In a bar?” the ambassador echoed. His voice was laced with amusement. “Did he approach you and tell you you’re his mate? Draconians are brazen when it comes to claiming their women. I heard the prince had been on a quest for a bride for a while.”
    “No. I paid him a thousand credits for a quickie. And he tricked me.”
    The ambassador laughed heartily. “My dear, that is simply enchanting. The king will be delighted when he hears this story.”
    Oh, brother. I obliged the ambassador in small talk as I caught Levy’s eyes. He stood near the ice sculpture. He had a flute of champagne in his hand, sipping it as he watched me dance. When I flipped a finger in his direction, he reached into his pocket. I stiffened a moment later. The bullet hummed harder. Fuck. A hot flush rushed through me. I had to stop. I couldn’t dance anymore. All I could feel was the thrumming of the bullet. I had to end this madness. And kill Levy. Forget the gun, I’d strangle him with my bare hands.
    “Are you okay, child?” Ambassador Rothwell looked concerned.
    “I need some air, Ambassador. You don’t mind, do you?”
    “Of course not.” The ambassador patted my hand lovingly. He escorted me back to Levy. “Thank you for the dance, Miss Cross. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave my hand back to Levy. “Your dhamari is a lovely woman, Prince al’Tarakh.”
    I’m not his freaking wife , I muttered under my breath. Geezes! I grabbed Levy’s arm and dug my nails into his expensive suit, letting him know that his shenanigans were over. “Let’s go back to the ship. Party’s over.”
    “Wonderful. My stateroom or yours?” Levy put down his champagne flute.
    “Neither. I’ve had enough of your game.”
    “No deal. I’m enjoying this party.”
    “As your bodyguard, I’ll say your safety had been compromised. I have the authority to haul your sorry ass back to the ship.”
    Levy cast me a naughty grin. He patted his pocket.
    “Don’t you dare!”
    “Let’s go, kitten. I know just how to scratch your itch.” He seized my arm and swept me towards the balcony.
    “Levy!”
    “Sssh, you don’t want to make a scene, do you?”
    Like a fool, a semi-dazed, lusted drunkard, I let Levy steer me to a private balcony. He paused to close the glass doors. A cool breeze whispered around us. The terrace sounded so silent. The noises from the music and the crowd were muffled.
    “Now, where were we?”
    I groped his pocket hunting for the remote. Levy snatched my hand and held it firmly.
    “Give me the remote.”
    “Kiss me, Violet.”
    “Screw you. Give me the fucking remote.”
    “I’ll give you the screw and the fucking. But I don’t know about the remote. I love seeing you like this. You look so beautiful when you’re horny.”
    I was drunk, delirious with need. I couldn’t stand this torture anymore. I needed to come or the buzzing needed to end. “Please, Levy, make it stop.”
    He purred, looking triumphant. “Violet. Kiss me.”
    I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick his ass. But I was helpless. He had total control over me. I’d never been like this before. I was breathless when I tiptoed to give him a kiss. He snuck his palm on the small of my back as our lips met. I kissed him. Tenderly. His tongue wet my lip, tracing me with curiosity. I trembled with burning desire. The ecstasy had taken me into the edge, and all he’d done was kiss me.
    He parted his lips, his eyes luminously blue as he watched me shiver with arousal.
    “Poor kitten,” he whispered. “I won’t tease you anymore.” His hand moved into his pocket and the bullet stopped vibrating.
    I panted, relieved, wanting to collapse on the floor. Levy kissed me again, sweet and tender as his hands travelled over my thighs. He bunched up my gown and slipped his hands on my pussy.
    “Shit,” he whispered between our kiss when he found out how