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After a tense encounter with her father and Luca, Alessandra was taken aback by Drake’s gentleness. She lashed out in hurt and anger, smacking his hand away.
“Don’t pretend you suddenly give a shit about me. We’ll be divorced by the end of the week. You’ll never have to think of me again once the trial ends.”
Drake stepped back and sighed. “Pack your bags, Alessandra. We’re going somewhere tropical. Make sure you pack a sexy swimsuit.”
He turned on his heel and left her standing dumbfounded in the middle of the closet.
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Chapter Five
The British Airways staff was attentive to the honeymooning couple in the first-class luxury suites. British heritage met contemporary design, giving Drake the space to comfortably stretch out his body and sleep most of the nineteen-hour flight.
Before falling asleep, he overheard the flight attendant pestering Alessandra, asking for details of their wedding. His wife took liberties to avoid admitting it was a shit show. She didn’t realize Drake was silently cataloging her description of her dream wedding—everything from the music and flowers to the reception’s color scheme.
Her recount made him feel awful. They had avoided the reception so he wouldn’t look like a fool in front of his friends and family. In doing so, he’d robbed Alessandra of the experience. She deserved better than that.
For his honeymoon, Drake rented a bungalow on a private island. The smell of salty sea air and sunshine eased some of his tension. Unfortunately, he was honeymooning with the wrong woman. He subtly played with the still-foreign, 24-karat gold wedding band—with inlays from a Buffalo Trace whiskey barrel and meteorite dust—on his finger.
A complimentary bottle of champagne on ice with a letter expressing the resort’s felicitations to Mr. and Mrs. Walker awaited them upon arrival. A tray of plump juicy strawberries with whipped cream and chocolate dip was arranged on a platter, ready for their enjoyment next to a crystal vase of fresh-cut, long-stemmed roses. Twinkling tea lights were spread across every surface, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere along with strewn red flower petals.
Towels were arranged in origami swans surrounded by a flower-petal heart and more petals that spelled out Mr. & Mrs. on the king-size bed. A large gift basket containing matching robes, slippers, flavored lubes, and other sensual goodies included a note wishing them a bountiful life together.
“It’s beautiful!” Alessandra exclaimed.
Drake grunted in response.
“There’s only one bed.”
He cocked his head in response to her furrowed brow. “Are you afraid of me, bella?”
“N… no…” she said hesitantly.
“Maybe you should be.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and searched her wide green eyes. “Kneel on the bed, Alessandra.”
Alessandra’s breath hitched at his command. That’s right, dolcezza. I’m your daddy now. Despite their thirteen-year age difference, she seemed just as taken with him as he was with her. As they began exploring their intense sexual chemistry, her desire would cement their bond, not his.
She took off her shoes and quickly crawled onto the bed to obey. Drake watched her settle in position, spreading her knees and resting with her palms facing up, presenting herself to him. She belonged among the rose petals, naked, with her hair splayed across the white pillows.
“Bellissima. You’re a work of art.”
Drake brushed his hand across her cheek and twirled an auburn lock around his finger. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair and inhale deeply, welcoming her sensual scent among the roses and salty air.
“I paid you a compliment, Alessandra. What do you say?” Her breath hitched when he pinched a nipple through her top.
“Thank you, sir.”
“One day, I will put a collar on your graceful neck. Would you like that, Alessandra? Would you like me to become your Master?” He caressed her neck with featherlight teasing touches.
“Yes, sir.” She glanced up at Drake. “What about your fiancée? Did you collar her as well?”
“Ex-fiancée, and no, she wasn’t submissive to me.”
“But you loved her. And you’ll never love me,” Alessandra whispered.
Drake wasn’t sure if she meant for him to hear, but he responded anyway. “No, there won’t ever be love between us. But there can be hot, dirty, mind-blowing sex.”
His eyes tracked the tear that rolled down her cheek. “Maybe the next man I marry will love me.”
