"Let's go, Ronan," Camilla calls from the doorway.
I take another drag from the cigar as I make my way toward her, the slight smell of gas permeating the air.
Shaking her head, she grabs the cigar and smashes it on the wall before dropping it to the floor. "For fuck's sake.” She snatches my hand and drags me toward the front door.
Some of the guards are piling into the SUVs Boris called in, while others are standing in the middle of the yard, their brows wrinkled in confusion. One of them steps forward. "What is this?" he asks Camilla.
"New management," she says with a smile before flicking the flint of a lighter. "You better run." And then she turns and hurls the lighter at a window. Glass breaks and she ducks, dragging me down with her just before a loud boom shakes the ground and a blazing heat flashes over my skin.
When I glance up, she's staring at the flaming carnage with a blissful grin. Her eyes shift to me. "Now what, Russian?"
"Now we rule the world, little kitty." I push up from the ground, taking her hand and dragging her to her feet as I stare at the roaring fire. "I can see the appeal," I say, pulling her against me.
"Oh, we both know fire is far too uncontrolled for you, Ronan." She brings her lips to my ear. "You can't tame it."
"Some things shouldn't be tamed." Fisting her hair, I tilt her head back and brush my lips against hers.
Her eyes close and her breath catches. "I love you, Ronan."
"And I love you as all evil things love the darkness in which they were created—infinitely."
Epilogue - Ronan
2 months later
The sun dips below the ocean, and I stand smoking a cigar on the balcony. The humid air wraps around me, sweat beading on my brow. I'll never understand why anyone would consider this disgusting heat paradise. I much prefer the frozen wasteland of Russia.
Camilla steps up behind me, draping her arm over my shoulder. Her wedding ring glints in the fading sunlight. "Careful, Russian. Stand out here too long and you'll turn to ash."
"I hate the heat. I hate the sand."
"Look, you said when the world bowed at your feet, we'd go to Fiji. Don't worry, you'll be back in Narnia soon." She moves in front of me still in her bikini and hooks her fingers under the waistband of my shorts. "You do look good in swim shorts though." She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to my stomach.
I stare out at the waves rolling onto shore, smiling. I have all the world powers in my pocket, tucked away for safe keeping. Now, I only need to pluck up a few more countries and I will have it all. We will have it all. "Tomorrow we have a ball to attend."
She rolls her eyes. "What ball could we possibly need to attend here?"
"Not here. Australia." I smirk.
She groans. "Three days is not a honeymoon, Ronan."
"Business does not wait, little kitty."
"Fine." She glides a hand over my bare chest. "Is it business of the bloody kind?" Her eyes flash with excitement. Oh, how I do love her bloodlust, it touches me to the depths of my soul.
"What other business is there?"
She smiles and presses her body against mine. "True."
"Tell me,” I whisper against her lips, “How does true power feel?"
"So very intoxicating.”
“And with power this great, there must be an heir," I say grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the railing. I do love Camilla, but as I've always said, every move I make is calculated and what a fool would I be to let this all go to waste when I die?
She stills. "Wait, what?"
"A dark prince or princess to carry on the bloodshed." I slide my hands over her thighs, spreading her legs. "A king must always have an heir, little kitty."
"Not happening." Shaking her head, she points at my crotch. "You can keep that to yourself."
I laugh, running my finger along the crease of her thigh. "For all we know, you could already be carrying my child."
"Nice try,” she smirks and pats my chest, “but I'm on the injection."
A wide grin shapes my face as I slip my finger inside her. "Are you?"
She bites her lip as I push another finger into her. "Yes."
"Would be a pity if that had been tampered with." I smirk.
She freezes, her fingers wrapping around my forearms. "You wouldn't."
"I always get what I want, Camilla. The world, you..." I kiss her. "An heir."
The End
Acknowledgments
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LP Lovell
Lauren Lovell is a ginger from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
Other books by LP Lovell
She Who Dares series:
Besieged #1
Conquered #2
Surrendered #3
Ruined #4
Standalone:
High
Tiger Shark
Kiss of Death Series:
Make Me #0.5
Kill Me #1
Kiss Me #2
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lplovellauthor
Twitter: @Authorlplovell
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7850247.LP_Lovell
Stevie J. Cole
Stevie J. Cole is a secret rock star. Sex, drugs and, oh wait, no, just sex. She’s a whore for a British accent and has an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand. She and LP plan to elope in Vegas and breed the world’s most epic child.
Other books by Stevie J. Cole
Pandemic Sorrow Series:
Jag
Rush
Roxy
Stone
Standalone:
eXrated
Darkest Before Dawn
White Pawn
Co-authored with LP Lovell:
Wrong
Wrath
Wire War
Absolution
The Game
War Poppy
War Hope
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Twitter: @steviejcole
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22680249-jag
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