Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You’re going to remember this day for years to come. I want it to be a special one. Full of all your favorite things. Trust me.”
He took her hand once again and kissed her knuckles. She fell a little harder for him.
“Fine.”
For the next thirty minutes, over a nice hot chocolate, they came to an agreement on the meal. He was going to handle the caterers.
“I can’t believe we’re getting married.”
“It will finally put an end to the rumors surrounding us.”
“What kind of rumors?” Milah asked.
“How I stole you away to keep you all to myself. How I’m like Valentino.”
“They’re accusing you of raping me?”
“And far worse.”
“I’m sorry.” She wrinkled her nose.
“I’ve had plenty said about me behind my back, sweet. Don’t worry about it.”
“Sweet?”
“Can I not call you precious names? You are soon going to be the mother of my child.” He lifted her wrist and pressed a kiss to her pulse.
“What if he loved her?” Milah asked.
“What?”
“What if Valentino loved my aunt Alicia, and he took her to protect her because he knew deep down that there was a fate worse for her if she stayed.”
“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with this, but it doesn’t matter. Alicia never survived what happened, and my grandfather, he’d later marry, have my father, and be known as one of the worst De Lucas to ever live.”
She couldn’t help but feel there was more to the man that she had hated just on nasty rumors alone.
What was the true ending of Alicia Russo and Valentino De Luca? And were she and Damon going to relive that same ending?
Chapter Sixteen
Damon stared at his fiancée as she rubbed some kind of cream into her hands. She wore a white negligee that, in the low light, showed off her body to perfection. It was indecent, and he loved it.
He bought it for her.
Ever since Milah had been shot in front of his eyes, and he’d feared her death, something had changed inside him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and he didn’t quite understand it, but he had this overwhelming need to know that she was okay. That no harm was going to come to her. He had to know she was all right.
Raoul had told him he was falling for her, but he just laughed it off. He was not falling for a Russo.
But — he had to pause — was he?
Was there a chance that Milah had gotten beneath his skin, and now there was no turning back? He feared that he was indeed falling for her. Staring at her now, he saw the beauty, not just on the outside but also on the inside. The way she treated their new dog and the puppies. They were no longer confined to the room but had free rein around the house. Of course, it meant training them to go outdoors was a nightmare.
It had brought a new wave of laughter to the house. Even his most hardened of men had softened toward her.
Milah had this … air around her. She was destined to be loved.
He adored her.
Closing their bedroom door, Milah turned toward him with a smile.
Free of makeup, her cheeks red from the shower, and he saw the puckering of her nipples.
Her body was all his. He closed the distance between them and cupped her face.
“You’re early.”
“I have a reason to be.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she released a moan. “I have a bath to take, come with me.”
He didn’t give her a chance to turn him down. With his hand on hers, he pulled her across the room, going into his en-suite.
Damon let her go, and he watched her start a bath for him.
The negligee fell to the curve of her ass, but as she bent over, it rode up, and his little minx wasn’t wearing any panties.
His cock went hard in an instant.
Removing his clothes was a task, and he had to be careful when it came to his dick, pushing the zipper of his pants down. Then he kicked them off until he was free from the confines.
Wrapping his fingers around his length, he watched her.
Pre-cum already leaked out of the tip, and he massaged it into his length. When she turned to look at him, he let his dick go, pretending he wasn’t fooling around at all as he climbed in.
Milah got up to leave, but he captured her hand.
“Please, don’t go.”
“Damon?”
“I want to spend some time in your company. It feels like I haven’t seen you. Is it so wrong to want to be with you?” he asked.
She smiled. “You must want to be with me to admit that out loud.”
“See, you’ve got to try to not punish me. Besides, I need someone to scrub my back.”
She rolled her eyes, but as he let her go, she didn’t make a run for it.