Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
I frowned. “I am something.”
Tomasso nudged me.
I cleared my throat. “Where is my lovely. . .fiancé now?”
A devilish smile spread on his face. “Kashmere is waiting for you in the ballroom. I just thought I would be your personal guide to get you there.”
Why did you think that?
In my experience, the first man that rushed up to talk was me was the exact man that I should never listen to. In fact, that was usually the first man that I killed.
Where are the cracks in the Killer Crows’ foundation? Are you one crack?
“Thank you for leading us to her.” I gestured.
Simon gave me an over-dramatic half bow and headed forward.
Two uniformed men opened the mansion’s double doors.
Really nice.
On the inside, marble columns and crystal chandeliers sparkled. A mixture of expensive cologne and intoxicating perfume wafted through the air.
Although a full orchestra played in the foyer, excited chatter and laughter drowned out the musicians. The excited chatter and laughter of the crowd sounded like a band of musicians playing a symphony, yet this music was not performed with instruments but rather their words.
After that, the soft clinking of crystal and silverware came next.
Simon led us forward. “Have you been to Paradise before?”
“I have not.”
“Then, let’s make sure that my son and I show you around.”
He must want to get close to me and have my ear.
Unfortunately, I was not so easily able to be spied on.
“Your soon-to-be wife, Kashmere is. . .” Simon lowered his voice. “She is a lot to handle.”
Interesting.
“And how is that?” I asked.
“She can be very mouthy. My advice to you is to have a firm hand with her. Sometimes a firm hand is the only thing that works with a young woman like Kashmere. Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
I didn’t like his tone or the hint of violence he was suggesting. While DeLuca men were brutal beasts, when it came to our women, we succumbed as humble servants. Granted, I didn’t plan to be this Kashmere’s humble servant. However, I did intend to treat her with respect.
But why would Simon coyly suggest violence. Does he want me to hit her?
So far, it appeared that Simon was one of the clear cracks in the Killer Crows foundation.
“Here is my number.” Simon slipped me his card.
Leonardo grabbed it.
Simon nodded at my guard. “If you need any other advice, Santino, please come to me. I can make sure that you easily square her away.”
I won’t need help with that.
I smiled. “Thank you.”
It took us ten minutes to get to the ball room.
I expected nothing less than splendor when I entered, and the Killer Crows did not disappoint.
The ballroom served as an enchanted space. Red velvet draped the walls. Five crystal chandeliers dangled from a ceiling painted with breathtaking black angels. Their large wings spread out behind them.
The polished floor was tiled with red and gold marble.
The room was full of chattering and laughing guests. The tables were mostly filled with couples, and a few lone men sat in the back corner. The lighting was dim, and a line of candles stretched across two different bars.
But, shockingly, the ball room and it’s splendor wasn’t the only thing that stopped my heart.
I spotted Kashmere at the center of a large table in the back of the room.
Dear God. That picture lied.
She was breathtaking. The camera hadn’t captured the glow of her skin, the bloom of her cheeks and the dazzlement in her eyes.
I lost my control as I drank her in.
Stunning.
Instead of red, she wore a strapless white gown that glimmered in the chandelier’s glow. Her curvy body filled up that gown in the most perfect ways. The sparkling fabric clung to her large breasts.
What is she wearing under it?
Instantly, I yearned to rip the gown off of her to find out.
Perhaps, she has on red garters, black stockings, and nothing else? How lovely that would be?
Kashmere could have easily been one of the black angels painted on the ceiling. Her eyes were a lovely brown—wide and enticing. Her lips looked soft and yielding, sweet and juicy. I could sink my teeth into them and suck all day. Her black hair was silky and rich. It spilled over her bare shoulders. I imagined myself running my fingers through it while we fucked.
I walked forward, stepping ahead of Simon and even Leonardo and Tomasso.
Fuck. I wouldn’t mind being married to her for a while. My cock will surely love it.
Only a few feet ran between us.
I focused all my efforts on closing the distance, needing to be near Kashmere.
How did the camera not capture that gorgeous face? What the hell is going on with technology these days?
Now only four feet away, I found her cute nose, delicate yet strong. I discovered that her lips were full and puckered, yet badly in need of being sucked.