Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
His words shot straight to my core, and I squirmed in his arms. His deep laugh rumbled like a promise of dirty things to come.
But I’d made a promise of my own to not sleep with him. I just hoped I could hold on to it.
All of a sudden, five years looked like an eternity.
Twenty-Four
Nico
Need pulsed with each step closer to our suite. I didn’t know if I’d make it to our room. Her light puffs of air against my neck. Her small hands holding tight to my shoulders. The soft weight of her body cradled in my arms.
I wanted to get to our room so I could have all of this, minus her dress, with her legs wrapped around my waist. Hard. Against a wall.
At least the first time.
The memory of her heat crowded my brain day and night. Especially having her curled up in bed beside me. And now she was my wife. I had a lifetime—or at least five years—to fuck her every way I wanted to.
I just had to make her admit she wanted it too. After all the drugging kisses from lips I’d imagined tasting from night one, I knew she was just as ready as I was.
I almost ordered the attendant to get the hell out of the elevator so I could tease her more, but Vera smiled and laughed with giddy wonder when he handed us each a glass of champagne and pushed the button for our floor.
“A good night?” the attendant asked.
“Yeah, it was,” Vera answered.
Her smile grew into something soft, and she looked down, biting her lip, like she could barely contain her genuine happiness.
A flicker of emotion that sparked in my chest when I’d caught my first glimpse of her walking down the aisle flared again. Small and unidentifiable.
Uncomfortable with the odd warmth, I focused on my pride—on the victory flooding my veins. Watching Lorenzo’s barely contained scowl as he escorted Vera to me had been icing on a cake I never imagined having. Even better because he didn’t even know he was handing his daughter over to his enemy. Yet.
Fortunately, he missed Grandpa at the ceremony, and Grandpa hadn’t been well enough to stay long at the reception. Not that Lorenzo had stayed long after I shot down his attempt to talk business. Obviously, because his plan with Camden fell through, he looked at his next best cash horse. Part of me wanted to play him like he played my grandpa. But I didn’t want to play games. I wanted to hide in the shadows and slowly pick him apart until I could step forward with the direct blow.
Just like you’re being direct with Vera?
I shoved any guilt down and almost dragged her out of the elevator.
She said she wouldn’t sleep with me, but she also said she wouldn’t kiss me, and she’d had her lips on mine all night.
I held the door to the suite open, a round table in the middle of a small foyer with two doors on each side. A bottle of chilled champagne sat next to a bundle of red roses and candles.
“Wow,” she breathed.
Soft music played from the open doors on the left. Her dress rustled loudly, almost drowning out her gasp when she took in the room beyond. Red rose petals and candles covered every surface. With her hands to her chest, she spun, emitting a high-pitched sound of joy, making my lips twitch.
In her white dress—standing out among the deep red petals—the dim flicker of candles, and the New York City skyline twinkling through the corner of the windows behind her, she looked like a fairy tale.
“Oh my gosh. Nico.”
She said my name with wonder and joy—like she’d never said it before—and that flicker of warmth roared back. I looked around and stuffed my hands in my pockets, feigning a lack of interest as I took it in. “The hotel really goes all out for honeymoon suites.”
Of course, they went all out because I asked them to with very specific instructions to use buttercream scented candles and the deepest of red like the dress she wore to the masquerade party.
“Oh…” she said softly, her excitement fading.
The flare in my chest grew uncomfortably large with the way she looked at me, and I wanted it gone, so I let her think it wasn’t me, but the disappointment bothered me even more. And a disappointed Vera wouldn’t sleep with her husband. At least, that was my excuse, and the only reason I could understand why I uttered, “Dance with me.”
“What?”
“Dance with me,” I said again, holding out my hand, walking to meet her in the middle of the room.
Some of the disappointment faded, and curiosity took its place. She studied me, and I tried to hold still, wondering if my small fib had ruined our night, and she’d turn me down. Instead, one side of her mouth tipped, and she closed the gap, slipping her hand in mine.