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My finger slid inside her, and she cried out as I drew back and added another finger. “You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”

As her lips parted, her eyes snapped shut. “Yes.”

Her small hand gripped the base of my cock, giving me a few strokes. We worked in harmony until I could feel intense pressure spread up from my lower back, causing my legs to tremble. I didn’t want to come like this, so I peeled her fingers off my shaft and sat back to look at her.

Naked and beautiful, her blonde hair fanned out around her heart-shaped face. She was thin but had curves and breasts that filled my hands perfectly. I mentally captured every inch of her body and committed her to memory.

Grace rocked her hips so the tip of my cock breached her folds. She was so wet and tight, and she whimpered as I pushed into her. I gripped her hips and thrust deeper as my lips crashed into hers, tasting a hint of mint toothpaste on her breath.

Clutching her hand on the mattress, I moved in rhythm with her, my heart clambering in my chest. “No matter what happens, this means something.”

She wrapped her legs around my back, a moan slipping past her plump lips. “I don’t want this to end. Cole, I’ve made so many mistakes. I’m sorry.”

I swiped my thumb at the tear streaking her cheek. “Whenever you feel alone, think of this moment.” I kissed her lips and made love to her. “Think about how I make you feel. Remember that if your heart is breaking, mine is, too.” I placed her hand over my heart, so she could feel it beating faster. “This belongs to you.”

We kissed until we both lost control, and I was coming inside her, riding out our orgasms.

“For what it’s worth,” she said. “I got everything I ever wanted. No matter what happens, you made all of my dreams come true. My grandfather can’t take this from me.”

Chapter Fifty-Two

GRACE

Orchestra music filled the ballroom, where at least two hundred guests sat in the white chairs on each side of the aisle. Nerves slithered down my spine, causing my legs to tremble with each step.

“Smile,” Grandfather snapped. He begrudgingly took my hand as the song changed to the bridal chorus. “Pretend like you want to be here. This is your wedding, you ungrateful bitch.”

I slapped on a fake smile as we moved forward to the song.

Tears stung my eyes.

I wore a beautiful white dress I would have worn for Cole. As I walked down the aisle, I clutched the bouquet, trying not to cry when I spotted him in the crowd. He looked like he wanted to stop the wedding. I even thought he might try.

But I knew he couldn’t.

Not without hurting me.

And when we got to the altar, I was greeted with the wicked smirk of Cole’s rival.

The man I loved to hate.

If I refused to marry him, my manipulative, controlling grandfather would hurt the man I loved. He had already taken everything from me, so I knew he would make good on his threats. So I put on my new husband’s ring.

I said I do.

I expected my biological father to appear before the minister said, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Rhys clutched my hip and pulled me to him, staring into my eyes with one of his villainous grins. “Don’t make this worse than it needs to be, princess,” he whispered. “Kiss me.”

My gaze flicked to Cole for a moment. He nodded his approval, even though he looked like he wanted to snap Rhys’s neck.

So I pressed my lips to Rhys’s and opened up for him, letting this traitorous piece of shit put his tongue in my mouth. It had to look real for my grandfather. The old man had to believe he had won.

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Now a married woman, I let Rhys parade me around the ballroom on his arm. I changed into a shorter dress for the reception and smiled at our guests. I chugged champagne and prayed my father would save me.

Even my grandfather seemed tense. He must have expected Viktor to show before we said our vows. The old man had to pay Rhys the dowry. Three billion dollars. All because my dad didn’t get here in time.

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