Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“I’m good.” She quickly sits against the headboard, letting the sheets fall from her naked body. Her hands reach out to touch me, but my eyes are glued to her sizeable tits that bounce with the movements. “It’s you I’m worried about. How is the cut?”
I grip her hands, stopping her before bringing them to my lips for a kiss. We have a lot to unpack after yesterday—and frankly, from the past two months—so I have to fight all the driving lust that looking at her brings. “It’s nothing, but that’s something we need to discuss.”
She stills and then nervously pulls her hands from mine. “What do you mean?”
“The bitch in the basement,” I muttered, unsure of her reaction.
She rolls her eyes and huffs, “Oh her.” Goodness, I should have just killed the broad and left it at that, so my woman doesn’t even have to worry about it.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to deal with her at all.”
“No way in hell,” she snaps, crossing her arms. “Actually, better yet, I’d like to gut her myself.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll let you have at her, but I want you to be sure because killing is not for everyone.”
Her hand presses against my chest well above my injury and then lays her head down to listen to my heart. “No one hurts you and gets away with it.” I stare into her eyes, and I see something there I hadn’t seen before. Darkness. A blood-thirsty desire for revenge.
“Fuck, you’ve got me rock hard with your vengeance.”
“Is there anything that doesn’t get you hard?”
“Anything that could hurt you. Speaking of hurting you. What happened to your birth father?” A pained expression crosses her face that upsets me, knowing I’m opening a wound.
“What about him? Do you know him?” She cocks her brow up at me with curiosity and interest.
Her reaction tells me more than she knows. “Have you even met Carlino before?”
“No. I never met the man because he wanted to keep it a secret, so his wife never learned about me. That’s how she made all that money to spoil herself over the years.”
“And yet you lived in a small trailer?” I can easily guess that it never included proper care for Candy.
“Yeah. Well, my mother had expensive habits. It’s why she named me Candy in the first place. You know, nose candy.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes. I hated my name before, but…” she hesitates, ducking her head into my chest.
“But what?” I ask, tilting her chin, so she looks up at me with those eyes that steal my soul every single time.
“The way you say it, I get so turned on that I forget why I hate it.” The pretty pink on her cheeks does something to my heart that I hadn’t understood until she stepped into that hotel bar.
“Good because, my wife, you’re my favorite candy, my sweetest candy, and I want you to know that I love you more than anything.” My lips brush against hers softly, once, twice, and then I flip her onto her back and maul my wife.
When I finally let her come up for a breath, she says. “I love you too, Sebastian. I loved you in spite of myself and my own safety.”
“I’d never harm you.” I brush her cheek with the tips of my fingers.
“No, just yourself.”
“I can’t stop touching you, my sweet wife.” My mouth glides down her throat, trailing kisses.
“I’m not your wife yet,” she adds, tilting her head to give me more room to move lower.
“I’ll fix that shit today. Father Santiago can be here this afternoon,” I answer.
She pushes me off her. “Really?”
“Yes. I’m not waiting another day.” I drag her back and continue my assault on her sexy body, reaching her tits.
“Isn’t there some paperwork and stuff we need to fill out?”
“Already taken care of,” I answer, popping my lips around her nipple.
She nudges me off again. “So then, why did you mention my birth father? Were you thinking of inviting him?”
Okay, mood killer for sure. I straighten up in bed, tension rolling off my body. “Fuck, no. I want a bullet in his head.”
“Because he was a shitty father?”
“That too, but my reasons are completely different. See, you and I are connected in a curious way. My father was in an arranged marriage when he met my mother. He left his wife for her after he learned she was pregnant with me.”
She pales and gasps. “Where is this going? Please don’t tell me that we’re related in some fucked up way.” She moves to jump away, but I drag her back.
I chuckle and count my blessings. “No, thank God, no. You’re the daughter of my father’s ex-brother-in-law.”
“So my father must have hated your father, then?”
“Yes. I only learned about it from David when he told me they played a hand in my parents’ deaths. I thought their deaths had been an accident, but it wasn’t. Your father wanted revenge for his sister. He tried to destroy my entire family.”