Page 78 of A Promise For Tomorrow

Just like him.

The Bone Breakerismine.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,”I chant internally… or so I thought.

“You’re mine too, baby. All mine. I belong to you and you only. No other woman will ever have my eyes, my cock, or my heart and soul. Just you. Always you,” he groans. The sound of his anguish and how close he is to release has my eyes rolling back in my head.

So fucking sexy.

His voice alone could make me come on the spot.

Sensing my impending release, he increases his pace, thrusting into me at a rate I can only describe as manic. My walls grip him impossibly hard as he roars out his release, his cock twitching inside me as he empties himself completely. The sound he makes sends me over. And then I’m spiraling right along with him and screaming out my euphoria.

Our chests heave as we catch our breath. Diego grips the straps of the chair, his knuckles white. Sweat drips down his chest onto the trimmed hair he has at the base of his cock.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says between breaths. He pulls out and I wince.

“I need a nap before dinner,” I admit groggily.

“Weneed a shower. Unfortunately, there isn’t much time before dinner. I’d say a shower is priority.”

“You did say I would be late…” I argue.

He removes my legs from the straps and grips my hand to help me up, placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

“I did. But I’m sure Lexi would appreciate her Matron of Honor being there on time.”

“I know, I know. I can’t be late. You know that kind of stuff gives me anxiety.”

He shakes his head back and forth in awe. “Blood, carnage,and crime doesn’t give you anxiety, but being late to dinner does. What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles while guiding my arms into a fuzzy bathrobe.

I tighten the belt as he steps back into his board shorts. Diego comes back over to me, offering me a hand and helping me stand. He raises my left hand to place a kiss over my engagement ring.

“I have another surprise for you. But you’ll have to wait until later.” He winks, leading me back to our room.

I gaze up at him, but his mask is back, hiding his true intentions or any hint of what’s to come. When we arrive back at the room, I practically wobble my way to the en suite.

“Can’t wait…” I say giddily.

He slaps my ass, ushering me into the shower. “Tick, tock,Mariposita. You’ve got sixty minutes to get ready. Fifty, if I make you come again.”

Smug bastard.

“Canyou zip the back of my dress?” I ask as I collect my hair over one shoulder.

Diego comes up behind me where I stand in front of the vanity. He pulls me close by the waist and places a kiss on the back of my neck while zippering the dress. Swirling ocean eyes connect with mine in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers.

“Thank you,” I reply, blushing.

He twines his fingers through mine, tugging me toward the door. “Shall we?”

Tiki torchesand lanterns surround the patio by the pool. A white runner lines the length of the table, along with fresh flowers and votives. It looks incredible—and this isn’t even the rehearsal dinner. Diego kindly offered his yacht for that. I’ve gotten to see it from the beach, it’s docked on the other end of the island. From what I can see, it is just as big as the original and twice as beautiful.

Everyone is socializing around the pool, snacking on hors d’oeuvres, and indulging in cocktails.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” Diego excuses himself, placing a kiss on my temple.

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