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She made a choked cry.

“I don’t want him to watch you,” Dare growled.

“I don’t care about him. I’m burning up.” She moved against his hand. “Help me, Dare.”

“You are so sexy.”

“Make me come.” Her blue gaze was on his. “No man ever has.”

That was his Dakota. Focused on finding what she wanted, what she needed, and letting nothing get in her way.

Dare rolled her clit, pushing his thumb down on it. He watched her teeth sink down into her lip.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Just let go. I’ve got you.”

“I know.”

When he felt her body tense, he pressed his mouth against hers. As she splintered apart, he denied Vero her cries by swallowing them. No one else would hear them but him. No one would see the wild emotion on her face, but him.

When he sat back, he pulled her face into his chest, holding her tight.

“I should have known you’d be greedy, Dare.” Vero shook his head. “But it was still very pretty. One day, I’d like to watch her really submit and suck cock.” He stood. “Come. We’ll visit the Great Library, and while we’re there, my man will ensure the part is loaded onto your shuttle.”

Dare sucked in a breath, trying to calm his raging desire and get his stiff cock under control. He pulled Dakota to stand in front of him, and kept an arm wrapped around her. She was still trembling.

“Okay?” he asked quietly.

“No.” Her eyes were blazing. “Later, you’re going to make me come properly. That barely took the edge off.”

Damn. Desire was a hard knock to his gut. He wanted this woman more than anything he’d coveted in his life.

She leaned in. “Oh, and when I get on my knees and suck your cock, Dare, believe me, it won’t have anything to do with submission.”

He sucked in a sharp breath.

She winked at him, then bowed her head and clasped her hands together. “We’d better get going.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Dakota sat in the bottom of the narrow boat, her body still humming. The boat was carved from a pretty wood, but it had some high-tech controls embedded in the side and a hidden engine propelled them through the water with a gentle hum.

Despite the desire still rolling around inside her, she enjoyed the beauty of the city. Everywhere, she saw greenery draped over gleaming-white buildings and archways. Sion had an elegant, beautiful feel.

Shame its men were boneheaded imbeciles.

She glanced over at the second boat beside them, where Vero lounged like a sultan with his women draped over him. Dakota watched them, trying to tell if they truly enjoyed their lives or not. She couldn’t really tell, but on closer scrutiny, the paler, curvy woman—the one Vero had caressed on his lap—looked unwell. She looked even paler than before, and shaky. Maybe she didn’t like the water?

Dare’s hand moved along Dakota’s thigh in an idle caress. But it was enough to almost make her moan. She shifted against him, and she was gratified to feel that he did have a very hard erection. She moved again, deliberately rubbing her buttocks against him. His hands clamped down on her hips.

“Around here, bad girls get punished.”

She rolled her eyes. “Around here, any girl gets punished.”

He gripped her jaw, tilting her head back.

“Don’t think you frighten me.” She shifted against that hard cock again, enjoying the hiss of his breath.