I get washed up and changed and wait around, trying not to bother Kervyn for updates. Eventually, Currie and Leon come in, and I stand up.

“They want us to take you to Danil’s house.”

“Is he?” I ask.

“He’ll be fine, ma’am,” Leon says. He leads me to the car, and in no time, I’m in Danil’s room, where he is lying propped up. He looks at me as I come in.

“Hail the conquering queen,” he says, grunting slightly.

“Don’t talk. It hurts,” Kervyn says with a chuckle. He walks to me. “Lucky you came home.”

“Lucky I made a decision or an illusion of one.” I grin.

“I like her when she’s cheeky,” Danil says loudly before groaning.

“They pulled the bullet out of him, and he’s kind of high on painkillers,” Kervyn says softly. “So you made an illusion of a choice? What did you choose?”

“I choose to be in a relationship with you. I want to be part of your family, and I want to be a queen. I love you more than anything.”

Kervyn smirks and then leans down and kisses me, tenderly at first but then passionately. When we break, Danil clears his throat. “Thanks for helping save my life, but I’m exhausted.”

“Let’s go home,” Kervyn says, taking my hand and kissing it. “Besides, my mother is going to be here soon.”

By the time we’re home, the house is already clean, and the guards are back in place. Luka is standing, waiting for us, with a serious look. “I don’t know how he got past security, Kervyn. I’ll have all the men checked again.”

“Relax, Luka. He was smart, and he took advantage of a chaotic situation.” Kervyn pats Luka on the shoulder. “Go home and get some rest.”

“Your things are upstairs, Penny,” Luka says.

I smile. “Okay, you guys finish talking while I unpack into my new room.”

I walk upstairs to check where Luka put my bag. I smile as I see it on the bed in Kervyn’s room, now our room.

I set it down on the floor and kneel, starting to unpack it into piles.

I hear the door close and glance over my shoulder at Kervyn standing there. “So you choose me?”

“I choose us,” I say, standing up. “Which cupboard can I use for my things.”

“Whichever one you want,” he says as he comes up behind me. He takes the dress from my hand and drops it on the pile. I smile as he holds my hips in place and starts to kiss my neck from behind.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation, allowing myself to enjoy that this is thoroughly mine.

“Mine,” he murmurs in my ear almost at the same time as my thought. “You are mine, now and forever, and nobody will ever take you away from me.”

He turns me around and gently presses me against the wall. He takes my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head while his other hand strokes my neck, and then slowly, his hand traces a path down my body.

“Kervyn…”

“Yes, my love,” he murmurs as he buries his face in my neck to suck at the skin.

I groan softly and tug my hands, but he holds them there. “Uh, Uh. Mine.” He breathes the words against my skin.

I close my eyes and relax, trusting him.

After a few moments, he lets me go and steps away, stripping off his shirt. He tosses it to the side and kicks off his shoes.

“Take your dress off,” he commands while he undoes his belt.

I slip the stretchy material over my shoulders and down my body. I let it drop to the floor.

Kervyn leaves his unbuttoned pants on and holds his hand out. I take it, and he leads me to the bed, where he guides me to lie down.

He settles down next to me and kisses my head. “This is mine.” He kisses my ear. “Mine.”

My neck. “Mine.”

He kisses along my shoulder. “Mine.”

“You are so beautiful. Everything is mine.”

He fingers the clasp on the front of my bra. “Your breasts are mine, do you know that?”

I smile. “I am yours.”

“You are mine.” He undoes the clasp and frees the girls. I shift so I can get out of it, and he tosses it to the side.

He turns me on my back and strokes down the center between my breasts.

“These nipples are mine.” He leans his head down and kisses my nipple lightly before he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it.

I close my eyes and squirm. He’s teasing now.

“This stomach is mine, baby or not.” He chuckles, kissing his way down my body. He stops and moves to the end of the bed. “Your feet are mine, but I’m not kissing them, love.”

I giggle. “Way to ruin the moment.”

He smiles and kisses my ankles. “Mine.”

He kisses my calf. “Mine.”

A hand sneaks up and lightly strokes the fabric of my panties as he kisses the inside of my thigh. “Definitely mine.”

I grip the bedsheets in my hands as he runs his tongue over the thin fabric standing between me and my pleasure. “This could be mine.”

He hooks his fingers in the sides and pulls them down slowly before discarding them. He settles between my legs, and then he does that thing with his mouth, his tongue moving faster than a vibrator as he teases my clit.

I arch my back slightly, bucking my hips a little.