Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Not letting the chance slip through my fingers, I place my hand against her jaw and seal my mouth to hers.
My heart clenches in my chest from the sheer gravity of getting to kiss this breathtakingly beautiful woman. My thumb brushes along the edge of her jaw, memorizing the silky feel of her skin. She presses closer to me, and I swear, this moment couldn’t be more perfect.
Her lips move in perfect sync with mine, her breath warming my skin every time she exhales.
Fuck, this isn’t just a kiss. It’s a promise of a beginning between us and the life we’ll spend together forever.
Pulling her closer, I get lost in Ciara, not wanting this moment to ever end.
I lose track of time, just worshiping her mouth. She becomes my every heartbeat, the reason I breathe.
When I end the kiss and lift my head, it’s to see a look of amazement in her eyes before she rests her cheek against my chest and stares at the waves lazily rolling in to shore.
Easing my hold on her, I begin to trail my fingers up and down her back, while my other hand wraps around her neck. I brush my thumb over her skin, taking in the soft feel of her.
After a few minutes, she whispers, “I wish you were my first kiss.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yeah? Who was your first?”
She’s quiet for a couple of seconds, then she answers, “Nolan.”
Ice pours over me, my muscles instantly tensing. “I’m sorry, mi sol.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “What Nolan did was abuse. It doesn’t count as your first.” I bring my hand to her chin and nudge her face up so she’ll look at me. “I’m the first man you kissed. It’s the only thing that matters, mi sol.”
A gorgeous smile spreads over her face, and wrapping her arms tightly around me, she nods. “You’re right.” She snuggles against me again and places her hand over my heart. “I’ll never forget today.”
Neither will I.
Chapter 24
SANTIAGO
After enjoying the past few days on the island with Ciara, we are on the way home when my phone rings.
I dig it out of my pocket, and seeing Jorge’s name, a broad smile spreads over my face. He’ll only call me for one reason.
“Give me the good news,” I answer.
“I found the fucker. Nolan’s father got complacent and finally led me to a house on the other side of the fucking country where he was hiding.”
“When you get home, take him to the cellar.”
“We’re taking off as we speak. I wanted to get him on the plane before I called you.”
“Good. I’ll see you tonight.”
We end the call, and my eyes flick to Pedro’s, who’s watching me in the rearview mirror. A smile spreads over his face, telling me Jorge has already notified him.
Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I remove the deck of cards and pull the Death card from it. When I hold it out to Ciara, she gives me a questioning look.
“My men found Nolan. They’re bringing him to me.”
Shock shudders over her face, and she takes the card with a trembling hand. “You really found him?”
“Yes.” I lift my arm and brush my fingers through her hair. “So, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m going to make him pay tenfold for what he did to you.”
She presses the card to her chest, and something akin to hatred tightens her features. “You said the card means you’ll remove body parts?” When I nod, the corners of her mouth pull down with disgust. “Can you remove a specific body part for me?”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and letting my brutal side show for the first time, my voice is filled with the promise of pure fucking pain as I say, “I’ll cut off whatever parts you want, mi amor.”
She leans closer and pushes up so she can get to my ear, then whispers, “His manhood.”
I lift my hand and wrap it around the back of her neck, and pulling her a few inches away from me so I can lock eyes with her, I vow, “I will. Any message you want me to pass on to him?”
She thinks for a moment, then answers, “Tell him he didn’t break me and I belong to you.”
Christ. My heart.
My features turn soft. “Trust me, I’ll fucking rub that into his face every chance I get.”’
She lifts her hand to my face, and brushes her fingertips over my jaw, then she leans in again and presses a soft kiss to my mouth before whispering, “Tell him I kiss you willingly and that you make me moan with pleasure. Tell him I can’t stop touching you and that I love sleeping in your arms. Tell him I’m falling in love with you.”