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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She enters the bathroom and slams the door behind her.

I stare after her, stillness creeping through my entire frame, gluing me to the bed.

I digest what she just revealed: I’m her only mistake.

And I made her toes curl.

“Dahlia.” Now I’m in motion, headed for the bathroom.

The door is locked, but I use my thumbnail to turn it and open the door.

She faces me, arms folded across her youthful breasts, her jaw thrust forward in defensiveness.

“Come here.” I hold out my arms.

She eyes me warily.

“Come here, Principessa. That wasn’t fair. Of course you bought that for your mayor. You didn’t know you wouldn’t be marrying him.”

To my horror, she blinks and two big tears skate down her cheeks. Her chin juts up. “I didn’t buy it for him. I bought it because that’s what you’re supposed to do. Because that’s what my mom said I needed. Are you asking me if I love him? Care about him? Why don’t you ask me that?”

I grind my molars. There’s a challenge in her voice that I have to meet.

“Do you?” I growl across clenched teeth.

She holds my gaze as she shakes her head. “No.” Her voice breaks a little. “So if you thought you were getting revenge on me by breaking my heart, the joke’s on you.”

Aw, fuck.

I suspected it wasn’t a love match, but I thought she was still enamored with the idea of marrying into the powerful political family. That she was a willing participant in the transactional marriage.

Now, just like last night, I see that Dahlia’s just a beautiful girl caught in a web of expectations and conventions that she never cared for. That’s why she sought me out on the night of her debutante ball. Why she trembled last night when I told her she could sing.

“I’m sorry.”

She never stepped into my offered embrace, so I draw her to me now, pulling her head against my chest and kissing the top of it.

She pushes against my chest to lift her face. “What are you sorry for?” She still wears a mulish expression. She resents me like she resents everyone in her life who has told her what to do and expected her to bend to their wishes. I’m no better than her parents. I’ve given her no choice in her future.

Regret pierces my chest, but I push it away.

My plan has been executed. There’s no changing course now. Dahlia’s mine, and I won’t let her go.

“That your life hasn’t been your own.”

Her eyes fill with tears again as she searches my face. I cradle her cheek with my palm and stroke my thumb across her soft skin.

“You’re not sorry,” she tells me. “You just want to be the one who controls me now.” She pushes past me, out of the bathroom, and I let her go because she’s absolutely right.

“I don’t want to be the one who controls you,” I tell her back as she faces the dresser to change. “I am the one who controls you.”

Chapter Eight

Dahlia

I spend the day on the deck in a swimsuit reading my book. The air is warm and balmy. We definitely left New England waters. I’m too proud to ask where we are, since it doesn’t really matter. Antonio says he won’t let me off until we’ve consummated the marriage, so I plan to hold out. For years if I have to.

That would serve him right.

I eat lunch by myself on the deck. In the late afternoon, I spot land. To my surprise, we drop anchor. I have no idea where we are, but this could be an opportunity to get word to my father. Maybe Shawn, the captain, is already working that plan. I should try to see him again.

I put the bookmark in my novel and stand up from the chaise lounge, trying to come up with a plan.

Antonio strolls to my side. “Put a dress on, darling. I'll take you to dinner.”

My heart double pumps with the sudden rush of adrenaline that floods my system. Perfect. This could be my chance to get away.

Well, scratch that. I’m not going to make an escape attempt until I’ve spoken to my father. I would hate to sign my parents’ death warrant by angering Antonio. But if what Shawn told me is true, it sounds like my father is working on a plan to get us free. I need to get word to him about our location at the very least. Even better if I could actually speak to him.

“Fine,” I say, as if going to dinner with Antonio is a chore, not an opportunity. I breeze past him and go to the room to get dressed.

I put on a white minidress with a pair of heeled sandals. I might as well work every distraction I have available to me. My legs, tanned and long, look decadent, if I do say so myself.


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