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For a few days, it had seemed like a warzone, the morning’s news filled with the latest murder or arrest. At least for the most part my family had been spared of the extreme measures the Colombians had taken in their effort to take over the city.
Of course, a large part of that had been because of the Bratva and their powerful handling of the situation.
Sevastian hadn’t completely blocked me out of providing information on his ‘business’ dealings, but he’d insisted I enjoy all the pre-wedding festivities.
As if I cared in the least.
However, I’d please my mother with wearing a white dress, although it definitely wasn’t going to be one with puffy sleeves and a train twenty feet long.
I took careful steps toward the table, still managing to step on the five-thousand-dollar dress. The slight ripping sound allowed a real smile for the first time that day.
Then I saw him.
Him.
The former monster.
The powerful man.
My soon to be husband.
And I shivered to my core.
He was standing just outside the bridal shop window, the same devious smile on his face as he studied me. In his arms were roses, gorgeous lavender roses. I grabbed a glass of champagne, licking the rim on purpose. He shook his head in response and even though the sun shimmered through the massive glass plate, I could tell what he was thinking.
All protocol shoved aside, the man would devour me tonight.
And I couldn’t wait.
As I headed toward the door, my mother followed my gaze.
“Oh, no. He can’t see you before the wedding!”
“Don’t worry, Mother. I assure you this isn’t the dress I’ll be wearing.”
She groaned, still fluffing the sleeves as if it would matter.
Sevastian walked inside, taking purposeful steps toward me. When he was within a few feet, I gathered a whiff of his incredible musky sandalwood scent. It was heavenly, reminding me of all our passionate nights, alluding to the ones yet to come.
He took his time, allowing me to study his masculine prowess. He was absolutely gorgeous in his dark suit and matching shirt. Some would say he looked dangerous, but to me he was positively heavenly.
When he was just a few inches away, he took the time to rake his eyes down the dress. I pulled the material, showing him my selection of footwear and he burst into laughter. I put the glass on the table, moving closer to him.
“I would expect nothing less from myprintsessa.” His voice was like smooth velvet on a cold winter’s day. My knees were wobbly, my nipples hard as perfect diamonds.
Just like usual when he entered a room.
As he handed me the flowers, I swooned, my breath skipping.
“For my beautiful bride. They match the color of your eyes,” he whispered, his voice gravelly and filled with sexual energy.
My mother and sister remained behind me, but they were watching everything like the hawks they were. Although I did hear Isabella’s voice catching in her throat. Perhaps she was finally jealous of her baby sister.
I brought the bouquet to my nose, inhaling the intense scent, shivering from the experience. The man knew how to make a grand entrance.
Using a single finger, he lifted my chin as he lowered his head, pressing his lips lightly against mine. I pushed one hand against his chest, leaning into him, darting my tongue across his.
There was never any holding back with us. He crushed his mouth over mine, sliding his other hand around the back of my neck, holding me possessively. As the kiss became a passionate roar, I floated on cloud nine, longing to be very much alone with him. He was dominating, sweeping his tongue across mine, drinking in my essence as if it would be the last time.
