Page 96 of Wicked Praise


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He was nuts.

Every time he looked at it, pragmatically Blake told himself to walk away. Then he’d get home, sink his cock into her sweet pussy, and know there was no possibility.

Bella, however, had been reminding him.

“Four days left if you want to stop this.”

“Two more days, Blake. Think about it,” she had said.

“Tomorrow is the deadline,” she muttered before spooning the pasta into her mouth last night.

“I know,” he said, lifting his whisky to his lips.

He did.

Less than twenty-four hours and he was committed for the next two years and however many weeks until they both saidI do.

Blake climbed off the treadmill and grabbed his towel. Walking down the hallway, he wiped the sweat off his face. When he stepped into their still darkened bedroom, he stopped in the middle of the room, watching Bella sleep.

Her long dark hair was fanned out across the black sheets, her pink lips parted as she rested deeply.

His sweet angel.

Blake knew she had no idea the enormity of what she was about to take on. Neither did he in many ways. Scott wasn’t a good man. He wouldn’t play fair.

She’d told him Ward had tried to caution her from doing this and Blake agreed with him.

The closer he got to her, the more worried he became. Not because he didn’t think she had what it took. Although the truth was, Bella couldn’t do this alone. But with him and the powerful Dufort family behind them, there was a chance she would succeed.

But was this really what she wanted for her life?

It was her family’s legacy, he understood that. But at what cost? She was having to marry someone she didn’t love to save her company from her mother’s abuser.

Love.

What the hell was love, anyway?

Blake thought back over the last few weeks of living with Bella.

He got to fuck a beautiful woman every day. They talked about business, her time at the museum, and he told her about his day and how Jacob kept showing up to bring him lunch.

Which was a cover to flirt with Leilani, his PA.

“Does Leilani like him?” Bella asked.

“I don’t know. But Jacob is way too much for her,” Blake answered.

“Why?”

“Because he is not a one-woman man,” he replied without going into detail.

“Neither were you,” Bella said, then flushed. “You know...I know this isn’t real. But you aren’t going out...”

“Fucking other women?” he offered.

She nodded.

“Why would I? You kneel when I tell you. You spread your legs with just a touch. Your body responds to my demands with such eagerness, I think about sliding my cock inside you all day long.”

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