Revenge (Yacht Kings #1) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Forbidden, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Yacht Kings Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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Antonio strokes the side of my cheek with his thumb. I’m naked, but his eyes stay on my face. We remain that way, staring into each other’s eyes. I’m sure some exchange of energy is happening, but I don’t know what it means. All I know is my heart’s pounding, and my lips tingle and buzz from the kiss.

Antonio gently releases me. “You’d better put on your ugliest pajamas, or I might not be able to hold up my end of our bargain.”

A puff of surprised laughter comes from my lips. A buoyancy expands in my chest for the first time since my wedding day. No–that’s not true–for the first time since I went off to college. That brief period of time when I had some small freedom. But this is different. This is a warm space of lightness and possibility. Of safety and being held.

How ironic that being forced to marry a stranger bent on revenge would create this sense of freedom.

As I take the reprieve he’s offered me and turn away to put on a nightgown and panties, I contemplate it.

It’s not real freedom.

It must be just the sense of nothing left to lose.

Except that doesn’t feel true, either. Because Antonio just gave me a gift, and it’s not not the reprieve from sex, which I may have actually given him tonight. It’s something else.

A feeling I want to keep.

A new sense of myself–of what I could be outside the boundaries my parents set for me. Of who I am apart from them.

Maybe who I am with Antonio.

I brace against that thought, expecting to feel it thud like my head against the wall, but nothing hits. In fact, the thought only makes me feel lighter.

I cast a nervous glance at my new husband, who has undressed to his boxer shorts and is heading into the bathroom.

For the first time in forever, I don’t know what my future holds.

For the first time in forever, I’m actually excited to find out…

Chapter Seven

Antonio

I wake in the morning when Dahlia makes a tiny adjustment to her position.

She’s curled in a ball with her back to me, pretending to still be asleep.

I barely made it through the night without pinning my wife down on the mattress, stripping her of the flimsy nightgown she wore to bed, and stroking every inch of her body. I'm dying to apply my tongue between her legs again and watch her come undone. Nudge those knees apart and find out what it feels like to sink into that wet heat to claim what’s mine.

I barely slept, but I wasn’t willing to leave my honeymoon bed and sleep elsewhere.

Last night when I heard Dahlia sing, something changed for me. She became more real. I saw the vulnerability of a girl with a passion she hasn’t been permitted to pursue. I was knocked over by an unfathomable desire to make every dream she’s ever had come true.

But why not? She’s my wife. Shouldn’t I take care of what belongs to me?

My revenge is already complete. The wedding and the signing over of King Yacht Company was an ending.

What I do with my bride is not part of that.

No, what I–we–have now is a beginning.

I could have claimed her last night. I felt the way she responded to my kiss. Saw the wonder of her gaze on my face. But for once in my life, it didn’t feel right to press my advantage.

Now, though, I’m kicking myself. I may die of blue balls this very day.

I wrap my fingers around her hip.

She stiffens. She’s still afraid of me.

Her bones are small, and my hands are big, so I can grip the entire width of her pelvis. I want to hold it like a handle while I drill–

I draw in a measured breath as my fingers tighten. “I know you’re awake, Principessa.”

The silky fabric of her nightgown doesn’t help matters. I pull down the covers to get a better look at it. It’s beautiful–a silk shell covered with a gossamer outer layer that slips and slides across her frame.

I love it until I remember–

“You bought this for him.” The accusation comes out as a jealous snarl, far more harshly than I intend.

Dahlia rolls to face me. “Of course I did,” she snaps.

I work to slow my breath and calm down, but instead, I grow more agitated.

“Were you excited to wear it for him?” I demand. “Did you hope he’d like it?”

It takes me a moment to see through my jealous haze that there are tears in Dahlia’s eyes as she sits up and glares at me. “I did what I was supposed to do.”

I rise as well.

She flounces off the bed, yanking the top cover with her to wrap around her shoulders. “I did what was expected of me.” She stomps toward the bathroom then stops in the doorway to face me. “That’s all I’ve ever done except for the one moment I took a risk and kissed a dangerous man who let me smoke his cigarette and made my toes curl when he touched me.”


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