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It came to me almost as soon as I learned of Eliza’s past. I wanted to kill her father and the two despicable creatures who caused her harm. Most of all, it was the realization I couldn’t let her go. Somehow, I developed feelings that I never knew I was capable of.
I understood my father would never let me marry the woman I fell so completely in love with, but it has always been my plan to kill him. Like my friends, it was the only way out and when I had two victims in my sight, it set off a light bulb moment in my head.
I spoke with Angelo about my intentions, and he arranged for a suitcase of explosives to be delivered to my home and I used my love of technology to write a program that would detonate the explosives with a simple trigger. In this case, it was my phone and when I instructed my men to put Eliza’s luggage on the same deck my father was entertaining Giovanni, I just explained it would be required when he left with his daughter.
Nobody suspected a thing, and I waited until Ali was on board before executing my plan because that betraying bastard earned his passage to the afterlife along with the man he called master.
Now we are free, and I don’t even spare a thought for my family. They will be fine; our wealth is so great they could never spend it. I am happy to turn my back on that and play dead because I’ve been siphoning money for years into untraceable offshore accounts in my assumed names, of which there are several. I just need to work my way through them all and stay hidden with the most delightful company in the world. My wife.
As I crawl into bed beside her, she snuggles up close to me and I hate the fact she is still dressed. I want to feel her soft skin against mine, but she is in such a deep sleep, she doesn’t even realize I’m here. So, as I drift off to sleep holding my future in my arms, it strikes me that I have never been so happy.
CHAPTER30
ELIZA
Iache all over. In fact, as I stretch my legs, it almost hurts, and I open my eyes in fear. “Where am I?”
I call out and a gentle murmur beside me settles my heart in an instant. “Morning, angel.”
I turn and stare into two dark pools of desire, glittering as they stare at me with intent and I’m speechless because there is only one thing on my mind right now. Malik.
“What time is it?” I am dazed because the last thing I remember was when Winter showed me to this room and, without even bothering to explore, I curled up on the inviting bed and must have fallen asleep. My limbs are screaming at me as I stretch them and Malik smiles.
“I believe it’s the next morning and that we possibly missed breakfast.”
“And dinner!” I stare at him with wide eyes. “What must the others be thinking?”
“That we’re tired perhaps, jet-lagged even.” He replies with an arch of his brow, and I blush when I remember the conversation I had with the other wives yesterday regarding my enigmatic lover.
He reaches out and strokes my face softly, his eyes glittering with an intent that I always share.
“You are a little overdressed, my angel.”
I look down at my travel weary clothes and nod. “It appears that I am.”
“I prefer you naked.”
I chuckle softly, “Which is why you always insist on it, I suppose.”
He nods, his eyes glittering like a demon about to claim another tortured soul.
“Then strip.” He edges up and settles back against the pillows, his hands behind his head as he prepares to watch a floorshow with me in the starring role and as the sheets drop away from his bare torso, my heart flutters when I see the jagged scar of our own pact.
Slowly, I step from the bed and staring him right in the eye, I lift off my dress in a one sudden move, my lace lingerie designed with only one thing in mind. Seduction.
The fact he chose it tells me everything I need to know because the lace is sheer and the panties high and settle into the crack of my ass, which made me feel so sexy when I pulled it on what seems like years ago.
However, that is immaterial now as I sway before him, teasing him as I utilize the power I have at my disposal. The fact he has stilled and can’t tear his eyes from my sultry dance empowers me in a way I never expected.
I toss back my hair and run my hands across my body, groaning as I stretch every limb that I own, his low growl telling me it’s hitting the mark. However, before I can react, he tosses the sheets aside and prowls toward me like a panther stalking its prey.
With one sudden move, he spins me around so my back is against his chest and his hand splays across my abdomen with a deep possession as he whispers, “That’s a naughty dance for a respectable wife to perform.”
“I’m not your wife.”
I remind him and he growls, “Yet.”
His hand travels lower and snakes inside my barely there panties and teases my clit, causing me to push back against his rock hard cock. Then he grasps my hair from behind and tugs my head back, exposing my neck to his teeth. As he bites down sharply, I call out and his hand clasps against my mouth, effectively silencing my cries and he hisses, “I love to punish a wanton woman. What do you think about that, my angel?”
