What the hell?
“You’ll need a dress.”He sweeps his hot, lethal gaze down my body.“Not that I can’t figure out the size.”
Of course he can.His hands were all over me, and he undressed me earlier.
“And we’ll need the license for tomorrow’s ceremony.”
For tomorrow’s…
ChapterSeven
Dante
Fuck everything.
Valentina Russo—my enemy, my future wife—is getting to me.
Her name coils in my gut like a live wire, sparking heat.
When she tried to kill me with my own lamp, then refused to be my wife in a war her family started, I set out to prove a point.
Instead…
Fuck.
After ending the call with the family’s security chief where I outlined my plans and expectations from him, I lean back against the plush leather of the rear seat of my armored SUV.The subtle creak of the material echoes each minute adjustment of my body as Adriano, my trusted soldier, navigates the armored vehicle through the early morning Houston streets.
The engine hums steadily, a low vibration traveling up through the floorboards into my legs, but it’s not enough to drown out the turmoil churning inside me.
I dig my fingers into the armrest as if to anchor myself against the storm of memories assaulting my mind.
Every muscle in my shoulders and neck tightens, a relentless coil of tension that radiates down my spine, making my back ache with the effort to remain composed.
The air conditioning whispers cool streams across my skin, yet it does nothing to quench the inferno blazing in my chest, the heat of her lingering touch still searing my senses.
And her kiss…
Eternal damnation.That kiss…
It started as punishment for the way she tried to knock me out with that lamp and for landing a glancing blow.I was determined to prove a point, use my body as a weapon to show her who held the power in that locked room.
But the moment my lips claimed hers, something shifted, a spark igniting into a fire I never anticipated.
Her mouth yielded at first, soft and tentative, her breath mingling with mine in a rush of warmth that tasted like champagne and forbidden sweetness.
And then when I pressed deeper, she followed, her tongue dancing with mine.No doubt struggling with her internal sense of preservation, she wound her arms around my neck, digging her fingers into my hair to pull me closer.
Fuck.
The heat of her body melted into mine, and her feminine curves yielded to my hardness, in a dance as old as time.
Her physical surrender shot electricity through every nerve ending.
Even though I meant to prove a point to her, my heart pounded against my ribs, a thunderous rhythm that drowned out reason.My cock throbbed painfully against her abdomen as she rocked her hips, maybe without even realizing what she was doing.
Jesus Christ.
I wanted to take her right there and then, throwing her on the bed to show her I was the boss.
