Nico’s eyes darken and he squeezes my face harder. “Serenity, you're testing my resolve.”
“I’m testing yours, Nico? You moved look alike Scarlett Johansson into your Delaware condo. And she joined you at my welcome-home party. I think it’s safe to say you’re still fucking her. Listen, fuck her as much as you want. If you still plan to marry me, don’t bring her to this house because if you do, I will slaughter that bitch,” I roar.
A cocky smirk lifts one corner of his sexy mouth. “You’ve been watching me, Serenity?”
“Nico, you’ve gotten into a lot of trouble over the years. What are you trying to prove?”
His lips take mine in a brutal kiss that sends every tiny hair on my body rising. I reach up and grip the back of his hair. It’s not lost on me Nico is still dressed and I’m completely naked. His body is flush against mine. I push my tongue past his lips, and he devours it. I moan because the kiss is stirring up memories I only dream about every night.
He pulls back and his eyes drop to my heaving breasts. “For someone who has a boyfriend, you still get worked up for me. I don’t have to push two fingers into your tight cunt to know you're wet for me. I can smell your arousal.” His tongue glides across his lower lip. “You’re wet…for me, Serenity.”
He stands under the spray of water. His dark hair sticks to his face. And his huge cock tints his basketball shorts. I lean back on my palms and widen my thick thighs.
His eyes are glued to my throbbing pussy.
Nico slips his fingers through his hair, sweeping the strands backwards. “Your dress fitting is in the last bedroom on the left. Get there now,” he orders, then walks out of the shower.
I pull my legs up and rest my face on my knees. How will I kill Nico?
Twenty-minutes later, I saunter into a bedroom.
A woman twirls in my direction, all smiles. “Serenity, come in.”
“My name is Lacorla. I’m your seamstress.”
She leads me to a dress rack. “Pick through these gorgeous gowns.”
I shake my head. “You can pick. I don’t care if I get married in a paper bag.”
Her smile withers and her brows raise. “This is your special day,” she says with a thick Spanish accent.
“Choose a dress, please.” She pats my arm and steps away.
I blow out a breath and walk over to the rack of white dresses. Nico and I had sex so many times I should probably wear a black dress. My fingers move over the satin fabric of one of the dresses.
“That’s a nice dress,” a woman says to my right.
I glance at the rock on her finger. “Your ring is stunning.”
She grins. “Thank you.”
I hold her gaze. “And you are?”
“Kinsley.”
Chapter Eleven
NICO
My fiancée tried to kill me. I stalk down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Nico, what’s the plan?” Miff asks as I step over the threshold.
Halting in the middle of the room, I glance at him as water drips from my clothes onto the carpet. “About what?”
His brows bunch together. “Nico, Serenity tried to kill you.”
She couldn’t even try to kill me right. The amount of poison was enough for a stomachache. Not enough to kill me.
