But the moment I feel the shift in her, I pull back.
Our gazes collide.
She curses the day I was born.
And frankly, I’m glad.
The reminder is a cold splash of water on my libido.
Claiming her tomorrow, hearing her call me Dante, will be all the sweeter.“Enjoy your evening, Princess.”
“You’re… What?”Clutching the robe’s lapels tight, she scoots away from me.“Where are you going?”
I straighten the front of my slacks.“Out.”
After knocking on the door in a prearranged signal with my man, I turn back to her.“I’ll see if you masturbate.”I grin.“If you do, I will control your orgasms for the rest of your life.”
She presses herself against the headboard.“You are fucking diabolical.”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug, wanting nothing more than to watch her play with her pussy.“Enjoy yourself.”
This time, I don’t look back, can’t or I’ll go back and give her an earth-shattering climax she’ll never forget.
I leave her there, locking the door behind me, my body screaming in protest.
“My brother’s house,” I tell Adriano.
“Sir.”He nods.
Downstairs, I pour myself a double shot of Bonds whiskey, trying to exorcise thoughts of the woman upstairs in my bed.
She can deny it all she wants, but she’s aching for my touch.
And if I don’t fucking get thoughts of her out of my head, my balls are going to explode.
The whiskey barely takes the edge off.
Which is partially a good thing.
There are very real threats I have to consider around tomorrow’s nuptials.
I am driven once more to my brother’s house, where we meet with Nico.Nash is in attendance, along with a representative from our outside security firm, Hawkeye, to go over all the fine details.
As expected, Nico confirms that Valentina’s brother has accepted our invitation to attend the wedding.Which means a Russo and a soldier will be in the cathedral.And we cannot allow bloodshed there.
And we will need to be on alert to other threats.
But if anyone thinks they can take her from me…
I rock forward onto my toes.
Suddenly I’m aware of the silence in the study.Everyone is focused on me.And Nash has one eyebrow raised as he looks at me.
“Dante?”Matteo prompts.
Furious at myself—and her—for my lapse in concentration, I tell Nash to go over the last details one more time.
He discusses the arrival of a decoy car, with a Hawkeye agent dressed in a white gown.The first vehicle will arrive at the front entrance while Valentina is delivered to a more private entrance.
