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completely.” I lift my gaze to his. “A man worth risking everything for.”
    His eyes flare with emotion. “What are you risking, Arianna?”
    “My father would disown me.”
    “Because he views me as his enemy.” My billionaire’s tone is dry.
    “He does hate you.” I shrug, uncomfortable with this discussion. “He’ll see our relationship as a betrayal, but he’s also told me, if he ever received proof that I had sex with anyone, he’d cut me off.”
    I was fifteen when he laid down that ultimatum. Cindra had tattled on me, telling my father that a boy at school had kissed me. My father said no daughter of his would ever become a slut like my mom, threatening to toss me out on the street.
    Logan frowns. “He couldn’t have been serious.”
    “My father doesn’t make jokes.” And my half-siblings would insist he kept his word. “No one can know about tonight.”
    “No one will know about tonight.” My billionaire clasps my right hand, raises my fingers to his lips. “Or our future nights.” He kisses my fingertips one by one, index finger to pinkie. “I’ll be careful with you, keep you safe.”
    I want to believe him, to believe we might have a tomorrow. “You’re assuming there will be future nights.”
    “We will have more nights together.” He links our fingers. “That’s a certainty.” He guides me through the dimly lit gardens, his stride shortened to match mine. “The only question is when.”
    I gaze up at the stars, not knowing where we are, trusting him to lead me. “Who answers that question?”
    We reach a wall. Logan feels along the gray stone, finds a door handle hidden in the shadows and opens a narrow metal gate. “You answer that question.”
    We step through the exit and bright lights temporary blind me. I blink, my vision adjusting. A limousine idles in a side alley, the scarred man standing by the passenger door.
    “You could decide to spend tomorrow night with me. Or, I could pursue you for another seven months and five days.” He ushers me into the vehicle. “It’s your choice.”
    I lower my ass to the soft leather cushion and he claims the seat beside me. He’s giving me control, allowing me to decide on how quickly or how slowly our relationship progresses. The door shuts. It’s my choice.
    The floor vibrates under my shoes. We’re moving. Logan drapes his arm along the seat back behind my head and presses his thigh against mine, presence, power, heat and strength rolling off his muscular form.
    I think about his words. “If I reject you, you won’t pursue me for another seven months and five days.” He’s never lied to me, but this is too incredible to be believed. “You’ve had me once already. You’ll move onto someone new.”
    “There is no one else for me.” He pulls me onto his lap. “You’re mine, Arianna, and I will pursue you until I breathe my last breath.”
    “Truly?” I study him, looking for lies, seeing none.
    “Truly.” He nods gravely. “During the day, I’ll tempt you with slow dances, wicked words, furtive touches. At night, I’ll climb into my empty bed and dream of you, of your tight hot pussy around my hard cock, my diamonds covering your nipples, your soft voice in my ear. In the morning, I’ll fuck myself with my fists, bellowing your name as I come.”
    Oh my God. I stare at him.
    The corners of his lips lift. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, pet?”
    “Yes, sir,” I whisper, unable to lie.
    Logan repositions my body until I face forward, my back resting against his chest, my ass cradled in his lap. “Lift your skirt, open your thighs, and show me,” he commands.
    I glance toward the front of the vehicle. The partition is lowered. The driver could see me.
    “You don’t want me to ask again.” The warning in Logan’s voice makes me shiver.
    I slowly pull the hem of my skirt to my waist, revealing my knees, thighs, cleanly-shaven mons. My ivory skin contrasts vividly against the black fabric of my dress,