Page 189 of Sinful Games

Caia greeted him, but I could see her confusion grow. “Alexsei, where are we?”

“You’ll see in just a second, baby.”

We entered a small ballroom, its floor covered in a long red carpet, flanked by flickering candles casting a soft, romantic glow. At the end of the carpet stood a small altar, a priest waiting with a gentle smile as he held his Bible.

“Oh my god…” Caia gasped, eyes widening in shock.

I stopped and got down on one knee.

Holding her hands in mine, I looked up with all the love and sincerity I could muster. “We need to fix something, love. We need to get married again.”

We never signed divorce papers; our separation was just physical, not legal. But I needed this to be the last time we’d ever part. I needed us to take vows this time—real vows, not the bullshit we did before. They had to come from the heart, no pressure, just pure truth.

Her hands flew to her mouth. “That’s why you wanted me to wear this whitedress.”

Earlier, I’d insisted she wear the short, flowy white Chanel dress that perfectly matched my cream Saint Laurent suit and white tie.

I wanted us to be united legally again.

“Will you marry me again, Caia?”

She gasped as she sank to her knees in front of me. “I’ve been dreaming of you asking me this. I’ve been waiting for you to say this.”

With a radiant smile as she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. As we pulled apart, her eyes glistened, but the look in them was one of pure joy. Without a word, we stood, hands finding each other’s as if they’d always belonged there. We hurried toward the altar, footsteps quick and urgent.

The priest’s smile widened as he saw us approach. “Let’s get you both married,” he said, opening his Bible.

Chapter

Sixty-Three

“I live so I can die with you.”

?Beyoncé

Caia

"Do you still have it?" I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the heat of our mingled breaths.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulled me closer. We were sprawled on the king-sized bed draped with that fancy canopy; the silk sheets cool against our heated skin.

Our bodies glistened with sweat from our wild night, legs tangled together like a story we’d been writing all along. His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the curve of my ass in slow, lazy circles, sending shiversthrough me.

"Of course I still have it," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Watched it at least a hundred times."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face in his neck, feeling a little shy. His laughter rumbled in his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"I thought you deleted it," I admitted, my voice muffled against his skin.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back so our eyes locked, a grin playing on his lips.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in close. “Why the hell would I delete our one and only sex tape? You looked so fucking hot—should be in a damn museum.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, playfully swatting at his chest. “Stop it!”

“But it’s true!” he insisted, his tone teasing yet sincere. “I still can’t believe you’ve never watched it.”

“Why would I, when I have you in real life now?” I murmured, pressing my lips to his before sliding onto him.

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