Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Was Diago regretting his decision to marry her?
Was he repulsed by what he saw?
Vanessa didn’t dare look up in case she saw it in his eyes. Some people couldn’t hide their true feelings. Not that she was an expert in spotting it. That fear curled its way inside her.
“Now the bra and panties. I want you naked. I want to see every single inch of you that now belongs to me.”
She didn’t look up. Removing her lingerie felt almost mechanical as she did so. First the bra, then the panties, trying not to move too fast, to draw attention to her less supple parts.
“Look at me,” he said.
Should she argue? Vanessa didn’t know what to do. It would be best for her to know now so he could annul the marriage than to live in fear of him hating her.
She lifted her head, but Diago didn’t look repulsed. He’d already removed his jacket and loosened his shirt.
The moment she looked at him, he closed the distance between them, and she had no choice but to tilt her head back. She felt she did this all the time with him. He was so much taller than her, so much bigger.
She waited, staring at him, not knowing what to do, but then he cupped her cheek. When the priest had said to kiss the bride, she hadn’t known what was coming, but she was not afraid of him, even for a second. The very thought of his lips on hers had excited her. Vanessa didn’t know if she was slowly losing her mind, to be excited about being with a man she barely knew. A man of whom her own father was terrified. She didn’t know what had happened to her senses, but the moment he put his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks, she didn’t care. He took complete possession of her, and for once, she wasn’t afraid of messing up.
Before she could say anything, he slammed his lips down on hers, taking her completely by surprise. This wasn’t control, but need. It was like he couldn’t help himself, and she loved the feel of him losing control to her.
She put her hands over his as he drew her closer. She felt the roughness of his clothes against her naked body but didn’t care. All too soon, he let her go, but she expected him to carry her upstairs to the bed. He put her down, moving her backward, and she had no choice but to sit down, and his face was still close to hers.
Her ass nudged against the back step, but then he spread her legs wide.
“Keep them open,” he said.
She couldn’t look away, even as he put his hands on her knees and slid them up, gripping her thighs.
His fingers were so close to her core, but he didn’t touch her pussy. His gaze was instead on her, watching her, waiting. For what, she didn’t know, but then he took her mouth in a searing kiss that made her stop questioning everything.
****
Vanessa had made the most beautiful bride, just as he knew she would. It would be so easy to take her upstairs, fuck her, and get her pesky virginity out of the way, but he wasn’t going to do that to her.
When he took her, he wanted her to be so distracted that she wouldn’t even know anything else but the pleasure, which was ironic. Diago was very much aware of all the pain and heartache he’d caused over the years, but Vanessa didn’t deserve any of it.
He was a monster, but even monsters had their limits, and it would seem after all these years, he reached his. If anyone hurt her, he’d kill them. Just like he’d killed those men who attempted to take her away, who hurt her and were intent on killing her, because her fucking father refused to part with the money.
He always intended to come back for her, but Diago first had to gather up the evidence he needed to know he was taking out the right man. Not that he had a problem with killing people who didn’t deserve it. His moral barometer was a little … damaged.
He needed to kill the right people, not to arouse suspicion of what he was on to.
He had no doubt, after his visit to the charity event, Isaac Norma would find some way to kill him. He would attempt to find and exploit a weakness. If only the bastard knew he’d nearly sold the only weakness he had, and now that Vanessa was his, there was no way he would allow another person to use her against him. He’d keep her safe and protect her in the ways others had failed.
Pushing all that crap and bullshit to the back of his mind, he instead focused on the woman with her legs nice and wide, ready for his cock, but he wasn’t going to give it to her. Even her lips were highly addictive, and he didn’t know how the fuck that had happened.