Exquisite Death – The Gilded Sovereign Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
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“That makes no sense.”

“I would do anything for your mother, but she was always torn between me and my brother. There’s a lot more to this twisted reality than you realize, Tarian. There’s so much I’ve sacrificed for you.”

“You’ve done nothing for me.” I push up from the chair and make my way around the desk. “You walked out when I needed you the most.”

“I left because your mother asked me to, and I believed she needed me more” His voice drops to barely a whisper. “We thought you were old enough to find your own way without me holding your hand. And I…” Thane chuckles while shaking his head. “I was the asshole who had to hide his pain and leave you to fend for yourself. No matter how much you hate me, Tarian, there’s always been a reason for my actions.”

“Then tell me what’s going on. I demand to know all of my family’s secrets,” I thunder, and I notice how my uncle winces. “What is it, Thane?”

“Not tonight, Tarian. Your room is the same one you used when you stayed here as a boy. It’s on the second floor. The third door on the left.” He turns and leaves me staring after him with my hands shaking in frustration.

Sighing, I head out of the office. As I close the door behind me, I attempt to put aside what I’ve learned for the time being, but it stubbornly continues to replay in my mind on a loop.

I take the steps, two at a time, and make my way to the bedroom Thane told me to use. A California king sits against one wall adjacent to an attached private bathroom. A multitude of cupboards line the opposite wall along with a vanity and walk-in closet. It’s been furnished to perfection with all the amenities anyone could ever need.

I open the closet, finding suits and pressed shirts filling the rails. Ties, cuffs, and even belts are packed in drawers in perfect symmetry. This used to my bedroom when we visited on holidays, but now, I feel like a stranger in a place I don’t belong.

My bedroom door opens, and turning toward the sound, I see Grecia stepping over the threshold. My body stills when I allow my gaze to drink in her appearance—from her golden-brown waves that have been styled into a sophisticated updo down to where her feet are hidden by the floor length gown she’s wearing.

“Hey,” she greets, but I can tell she’s nervous from the way her hands twist together. “Thane said we’re going out to dinner.” Her voice is low, a wary whisper that has me standing in front of her in a couple of long strides.

“Yeah.”

“I’m heading down to grab a drink before we go,” she tells me.

Her hazel gaze finds mine. The sleek, dark eyeliner she’s applied flicks up at the corners, giving her eyes a cat-like appearance, and the deep pink shadow coloring her lids shimmers with some kind of glitter.

Her slender neck is adorned with a simple gold chain, and I notice the matching earrings dangling from her ears. The dusky pink dress she’s wearing was made to fit her figure perfectly. It was also designed to turn a man’s head, to distract and tease. The gown barely covers her tits, exposing far too much of her cleavage for my liking, and the skirt is made from a combination of shimmering satin and see-through lace. The garment is totally unacceptable to wear out in public. At least, that’s what I think.

“You’re going out in that?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Grecia twirls in the revealing dress, and my cock springs to life in response to the beauty in front of me.

My mouth falls open, but no words come out. I have no right or reason to prevent her going out dressed like that. I have to admit she looks exquisite, but at the same time, I’m trying to tamp down the jealousy burning through my veins.

“Doesn’t it fit properly?” she asks, looking down at herself, completely unaware of how hard my dick is and how fucking tempting she is.

“It fits.” Those are the only two words I can manage as she looks up at me again, hope lighting her expression.

A smile tilts her perfect pout, and once again, I have to swallow back the groan of need that vibrates in my chest.

“I’ll be down in a bit,” I tell her, trying to ignore the desire shooting through my entire body.

She waits a moment before nodding and turning to leave while I’m still trying to catch my breath.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for seeing her like that. Yes, I’ve seen her on the beach in a bikini, and I’ve watched her jogging in those tight shorts and tiny sports bra. But Grecia looking like an elegant goddess is something-fucking-else.


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