Lovely Beast Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
<<<<586876777879>79
Advertisement


“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispers, holding me tight. My fingers lace in her hair. “It’s asking a lot. We can split time, I don’t know, figure it out—”

“I want this more than anything.”

She nods once, grinning at me, tears in her eyes. My ice queen, my frigid princess. Her frozen little heart’s just about bursting now, and I love her so much for it.

I kiss her again, hold her there in the hallway, and tighten my grip in her hair, because I’m never letting go.

“Should we tell everyone the good news?” I ask quietly.

“Let’s enjoy it ourselves for now and tell everyone tomorrow. It’s Nicolas’s night, right?”

“All right, good point.”

She pushes from the wall and takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.”

“There’s no rush anymore.”

We head into the party holding hands.

Chapter 33

Sara

Four Months Later

Angelo turns to me with a huge smile on his face. “What do you think?”

He gestures at the enormous sunlit kitchen. A big bay window overlooks a hilly back yard speckled with flowers, bushes, and trees, and a patio with a table and chairs, and a beautiful pool beyond that. The kitchen itself is modern, clean, marble and glass and polished wood. I can picture sitting in here on a lazy Sunday morning drinking coffee, bouncing the baby on my knee, laughing with Angelo over some joke or whatever while he makes pancakes. I can see myself in this house, but best of all, I can see myself with him.

“Can we afford it?” I ask and run my fingers along the island. I really want to afford it but my head’s filled with thoughts of diapers and cribs and all the little expenses that come with a baby.

And ever since I walked away from my parents and told Chief Corvine to fuck himself, I’m estranged from dear old mother and father, which means no more financial fallback plan. I’m out on my own, totally and completely.

It feels so freaking good I could cry. Which I sometimes do now, because apparently the ice-queen thing was a trauma response. I mean, I’m still about as closed-off as a person can get, but at least now I don’t bottle up everything.

Angelo puts an arm around me. “We can afford whatever you want. As it turns out, working for Carmine comes with certain perks. Like a lot of cash.”

“Oh, do you think you’re the only one making good money now?” I push against him, grinning. “You’re not even the only one working for Carmine these days. But seriously, this house is really, really expensive. Maybe it would be smarter to start with something smaller?”

“Fuck starter homes. I want this one. What do you say?”

I sigh and lean against him. “I say show me the rest of it.”

He leads me on the tour. Huge downstairs with perfect space for entertaining, an equally spacious upstairs with several bedrooms perfect for a growing family, and the master bedroom with an attached bathroom and a closet about the size of my old apartment.

“All right, I’m convinced,” I say, running my fingers along the shelving and picturing all my clothes fitting in lovely little piles. “You could’ve just showed me this closet first, you know.”

“I wanted to save the best for last.” I turn to face him, heart swelling, and totally freeze.

Angelo’s down on one knee, staring up with me with a serious look in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” I ask, both my hands moving to my visibly pregnant belly. I’m about ready to burst and looking forward to not waddling around anymore feeling like an overblown balloon, but also dreading those first few months of baby hell.

And now this.

“I love you,” he says quietly and reaches into his pocket. The ring he takes out is beautiful: glittering diamonds, smooth white-gold band, and it must’ve been obscenely expensive. “I should’ve done this months ago.”

“Angelo.”

“Marry me, Sara. I want you to be my wife. I want this baby, I want this life. I want to take care of you until the day that I die. I want to build a family with you. Marry me.”

I step closer and hold out my hand. My fingers shake, my stomach twists, and I swear the baby’s kicking. Maybe she feels how excited and scared I am right now.

This was always part of my path. Good job, good husband, good kids, a nice little unit, all propelling me to greater heights. Except this isn’t the man of my dreams, he’s not what I pictured when I was a little girl growing up and my mother told me I needed to find Prince Charming one day.

Angelo’s rough. He’s violent, and dangerous, and beautiful and loyal, and loving and way more caring than anyone I’ve ever met. He’s a monster, a killer. He’s the father of my child and the only person I’ve ever really loved.



<<<<586876777879>79

Advertisement