Page 63 of Diamond Fortress

I mimic her movement, taking a sip of my own whiskey, and I can’t help but think that I’m going to need it for whatever this woman has in store for me.

NINETEEN

-Lilah-

When I finally get the chance to leave the party, I slip out and Marco walks me back to my room. I grab my burner phone as soon as I lock the door and text my husband.

ETA?

He replies near immediately.

About an hour. Gotta clear the house.

Be quick.

And then I wait.

I wait about thirty minutes to set my plan in motion and when I do, I make sure the chain is latched as well as the deadbolt. When I roll to my side, to the bedside table I stocked as soon as I knew this game was on, I have a smile on my face.

I’m dressed in the skimpiest, laciest of the nightgowns I bought with Dante’s card, and now I am holding a bright-pink vibrator in my hand.

Let the games begin.

-Dante-

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I know it’s her.

My girl.

My wife.

God, I fuckin’ love that.

Never thought I’d be the type of man to settle down, get married, but here we are.

As I’m watching the caterers close up the rest of the tables, I’m wondering if maybe she’s texting to tell me she’s tired, going to bed early before I can crawl into her bed with her. It’s nearly one after a long as fuck day.

I’m also wondering if when I get to her room, if I crawl between her legs and start eating her sweet pussy, will she let me finish her off?

Before I walked Angela to the door, I brushed off her touch on my arm, telling the heiress that I don’t want PDA anymore. And considering I’m never alone with the woman, I think the message got through loud and clear, especially when she gave me a forced, stiff smile before letting Tino help her into her car.

I don’t blame Lilah for hating her, if only because Angela gets to be seen in public with me. I get it. Watching her walk into a room on fuckin’ Paulie’s arm killed me. Knowing everyone in that room didn’t know she’s mine made fire rage in my veins, but it’s all part of the plan.

It won’t take long—I’ve watched the men already shift in a room to cover their future queen rather than who they think is their future boss, Lilah’s little siren working overtime.

But we need a reason not to raise alarm when we’re together so often. Angela is an excuse for people not to question who Lilah is to me.

Everything, the voice in my head reminds me. She’s everything.

I pull the phone out as it buzzes a third time with another text from her.

How long will you take to get here?

I need you.

My hand is on my pussy and it feels so good, Dante.

Fuck, I’m so wet.

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