Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I pull her to her feet. “I don’t have a word for how I feel about you, wife. But whatever it is, it’s fucking potent and addictive, and I can’t get enough of it.”
I wrap my arms around my bride.
And for the first time since we arrived in the country, Bella’s beautiful lips break into a dazzling, wicked smile.
An hour later, we arrive at the Savoy.
The event is one of those ridiculously priced black-tie galas where rich people rub shoulders with other rich people while trying to outdo one another with how awesome they are. They’re stuffy and vapid, and full of rich, entitled socialites.
As we walk in, all eyes are on us. On Bella. The new De Kysa bride.
I feel her stiffen beside me, so I take her hand and hold it tight in mine.
A passing server stops and offers us champagne, which Bella accepts readily.
“There is no need to be nervous,” I whisper as we move away from the crowd. “You look stunning.”
And she is. The black halter dress fits her luscious curves like a glove, falling over her perfect body in waves of shimmering black and showing off her slender arms and neck.
She whispers back, “They’re all looking at me.”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
She glances at me, and the vulnerability in her eyes eases.
A smile plays on her ruby-red lips. “Does anything make you nervous, Don De Kysa?”
“No.”
“Nothing?”
“No.” I want to tell her that the worst has already happened to me, so I have nothing left to fear. That losing her was the darkest feeling I’d ever known. Even now, after all the bloodshed and violent business undertakings where people have attempted to take my life, losing her was the worst.
But I don’t tell her.
Instead, I brush a stray curl off her face and say, “And now that you are with me, you don’t have anything to fear either. I will protect you.”
The twinkle in her eyes and the soft smile on her lips kicks something to life in my heart. Lifting her face, she brushes her lips across mine. “You might drive me crazy, but I kinda like you.”
“No, you don’t. You love me. Admit it.”
“Never.” She sweeps her tongue into my mouth, and I’m seconds away from taking her hand and leading her out of the event so I can fuck her all night in our hotel room. But she pulls away.
“Sex fiend,” she whispers.
I lean in. “I’m going to punish you for this.” I grab her hand and subtly hold it against my crotch so she can feel how hard she’s made me.
The mischievous gleam in her eye tells me her punishment will be her pleasure, and the idea of my little hellcat purring as I fuck her rough and hard excites me even more.
She brushes her lips to my ear. “I’m not wearing any panties under this dress.”
I groan.
“Careful, Bella,” I warn. “There is only so much a man can take.”
“What are you going to do, take me in front of all the people in this room?”
“You don’t think I could make you come in a room full of these people?”
“I’d like to see you try.”
I think this is the moment I realize I’m truly in love with her.
I down my champagne.
Pull her close.
Crush her against my erection.
My breath brushes against her cheek. “I’m going to sit down at one of those tables, and you are going to sit next to me.”
“And?”
“And I am going to slide my hand beneath that dress.”
“And…” She squirms against me, and I know she’s already wet for me.
“And I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come.” I’m so fucking hard at the idea of fucking my bride in this room full of people I can feel the precum leak from my cock.
I take her hand to lead her to an empty table, but on the way, we are stopped by a business associate who manages to successfully cock block me.
By the time I untangle myself from him, the moment with Bella has passed.
“Shall we?” I gesture to the table.
She shakes her head. Her arousal cooled. “I’m not letting you finger bang me in a room full of people.”
“What about the bathroom?”
“What about we wait?”
I pull her to me. “See, that’s the problem. I don’t like waiting.”
She laughs. “I can see the headlines now. De Kysa Billionaire Finger Bangs Panty-less Wife at High-Class Event.”
“Your point?” I grab another glass of champagne from a passing server.
“My point is… let’s get this over with so you can take me back to the hotel and make me come.”
Fuck. Just when I think she’s putting out the fire, she tips gasoline all over it.
“I have one thing to take care of and then we’re leaving,” I say, deciding to speed up the events I have planned for tonight.
As if on cue, my eyes land on Bella’s ex-boyfriend. Simon. The one Bella and Imogen nicknamed the Earl of Ego because the asshole has one as big as a solar system.