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“I’ve arranged for Markos to pick you up tomorrow and drive you around on errands until the wedding.”
“Markos as in some of the muscle for the Bishops?”
“Yup. That’s him.”
“So he’ll be like my personal security guard?”
Yes. “I don’t care how you see him. Just do what you need to do.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” She grills my profile as I drive back to my house.
“Yeah. To be quiet. A simple thank you would suffice.”
She isn’t quiet. She curses me out all the way home, but at least she isn’t asking questions.
Chapter 7
Oran
I’m lying in bed thinking about the rehearsal dinner and how my life will change tomorrow. I don’t want a wife, yet I’m saddled with one, anyway. Tomorrow, Karessa will be Mrs. Hale, a fixture in my home - my sanctuary - all because my dad is greedy. Rolling onto my back, my navy sheets slide across my skin as I fight the memory of how Karessa looked tonight. She may not be happy, but that cocktail dress stopping mid-thigh in my favorite color playing off her reddish-brown skin tone made me anxious. I hate that they have forced her into my life, but I also wanted to drag her off to the nearest secluded nook, and rip off her dress to see what it’s hiding.
I rub my fingers together, remembering how her hair gliding across her bare shoulder distracted me most of the night. As if my thoughts conjured her, Karessa appears at my door, her nightgown flowing just past her knees giving her an ethereal glow from the hallway light. I’d almost forgotten I’d allowed her to move in.
“Are you lost, Trophy? You may not be good at geography, but you’re in the wrong place.”
The way her head tilts just slightly shows she just rolled her eyes. The lip smack that follows confirms my theory. Without responding, she climbs into my bed, pushes me from the middle, then lies down in the spot I just vacated.
“I can’t sleep,” she announces like it explains her lying in my bed.
“How the fuck is that my problem,” I grit, mad that my dick likes her here.
“Because, asshole, this time tomorrow you’ll be my husband. Plus, my dad has banned my sisters from speaking to me until after the wedding, so whether you like it or not, you’re the only one I can talk to right now.”
“And you have something so important to say that you had to push your way into my bed at two something in the morning?” I challenge her while trying not to inhale the soft jasmine scent wafting off her body. “It’s not safe to climb in men’s beds. They might expect something.”
“Keep up, jackass. I’ll be-”
I’m on her before she can finish her thought. My desire to touch her returns full force. Splitting her thighs with one of mine, I press my body against hers, sinking us further in the mattress.
“Get off!” She whines, her little fists not impacting my body.
“Don’t hit me. I’m not Jagger,” I snap as I roughly secure them above her head.
Her thrashing has her nipples beading against the thin material of her nightgown and teasing my chest. Her pussy rubbing my thigh has my hard dick pressing against her hip.
Lowering my head, my low beard scrapes her cheek as my teeth sink into the soft skin at the juncture of her shoulder and neck.
Karessa emits a sound between a whimper and a moan. Could it be? Does my princess like it rough? I don’t have time to ponder that right now.
“What did I tell you about your tone and name calling?” She shudders when the tip of my tongue teases the shell of her ear. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson right now and see how much you can handle before you break.”
“It’s not a lesson I signed up to take,” she whispers.
My fingertips skim her collarbone, trailing a path until her body arcs in surprise when I pinch her hard nipple.
“Like you said, tomorrow night is our wedding night. What’s a day?” I tease her while considering breaking my no sex rule. Aren’t there worse things than being married to Karessa?
Her eyes flash in the near dark as she bucks her hips and rubs her pussy along my thigh.
