Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
With each thrust, I can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. She slips up and down my dick, bouncing hard in time with me. The mattress whines, and then she stops making noise and bites down, silently gasping, clawing at my back.
I lean up, watching as the orgasm trembles through her, her tits shaking, her eyes rolling like she’s going to lose it. I can’t hold on. I can’t think. I just …
Fuck.
So much seed erupts from my cock, shooting up my shaft and exploding inside her. That same smile touches her lips, that intoxicating smile, as I lean in, and we share the last explosive moments of pleasure with a kiss.
After, I hold her in bed, both of us naked, sweaty, and smiling. A few minutes pass of us just lying like this. Then, my lady smooths her hand over my body, rests it on my cheek, and turns my face. She’s smiling at me when I turn to look at her. “What now?” she whispers.
“Now …” I turn over so that our noses are touching. I’ve also got my hands on her, keeping as much contact as possible. “We start planning a real wedding.”
Her eyes light up most attractively. It just hammers home how I’ll never want anybody else. Then again, every single moment with my Mila does that.
I continue, “The biggest, most luxurious wedding a woman could wish for, like a fairy tale, Mila.”
She shakes her head, and my heart drops, and I realize this isn’t any proper proposal. What the hell am I saying? What am I thinking? I should’ve found a better time and chosen a ring first, dammit.
“I understa—”
“No,” she cuts in quickly, letting out a small laugh. “That’s not why I was shaking my head, silly. It’s just … I would have had all that if I was forced to marry Dimitri, and Dad was still …” She pauses, then says, “… alive. Then I would’ve had a huge wedding, but I don’t want that. I only want you and Drake and space to heal.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” I say fiercely. “Let’s stay here. Let’s make this our cave. We’ll go back when we’re ready. Because we’re having a small wedding, don’t think you’re not getting the dress and ring you deserve.”
She cuddles closer to me. “I don’t need all that. I’ve had the best of everything all my life, the pampered Bratva princess. Nothing has ever felt as good as just being here with you.”
I smirk, leaning in for a kiss. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. You look like an angel wearing sweats, hammering away at the computer. You’ll be even more beautiful in a dress, maybe even with a tiara.”
She slaps my chest playfully, laughing. “Now you’re going too far … my hacking hunk.”
I laugh. “Hey, I like that one.”
CHAPTER 25
MILA
Two Weeks Later
Iwait outside the ceremony room with a big smile as I study my reflection.
“You look so pretty,” Drake says, standing at my side in his suit.
I look intensely at myself in the mirror, trying to see past the self-doubt, insecurities, and what Mikhail sees when he looks at me.
My hair is styled in loose curls that cascade down my back, framing my face in soft waves. The stylist pinned a few delicate white flowers in my hair. I can’t help but smile at how the curls dance around my shoulders, adding a touch of glamour to the overall look.
My dress choice is a curve-hugging silhouette accentuating—I almost can’t think of it, but it’s what my man sees—my hourglass figure. The lace bodice hugs me in all the right places while the tulle skirt flows around my legs in delicate layers. The sweetheart neckline shows off just enough cleavage, I think. Honestly, it makes me feel sexy and confident.
Truthfully, even though this is a Vegas wedding, this is my fairy tale.
I take a deep breath, a smile tugging at my lips. It’s as if I can see with my man’s eyes momentarily. I see how the dress hugs my curves, enhancing my natural beauty. I can’t help but admire the woman staring back at me in the mirror: beautiful, confident, and ready to walk down the aisle to the person I love most in the universe.
“Thank you,” I whisper, getting choked up, but then I stick a big grin on my face. “You look like a proper little gentleman.”
He smiles and takes my hand, then turns to the mirror. Drake squeezes my hand and says, “I’m so happy you’re marrying Mikhail. We get to live with him now, right? We don’t have to go back home?”
“You’re never going to see Dad again,” I say cautiously, sensing Drake wants to speak about this. We’ve been avoiding it for the last two weeks, living in the safe house, swimming in the nearby lake, walking through the woods, playing board games, pretending Vegas doesn’t exist. Maybe now that we’re back, Drake is ready to learn the truth.