Page 115 of His Two Hidden Masks

“Truth?” he said, raising his hands in the air.

“Truth,” I said, the word sounding like a vow.

“Leo called me as soon as he knew you agreed to marry Roberto. I had already checked out of the hotel. I didn’t think you wanted to see me again.”

“So you were leaving me,” I said.

“Bella,” he said, “I never wanted to leave you. I hurt you and I was afraid you would never forgive me.”

Dylan stood close to me. I reached out and touched the fabric of his shirt. His chest rose and fell beneath my fingertips.

“I wished you had talked to me,” I said.

“Once you agreed to marry Roberto, everything changed. I knew I had to help you, and stop the vote. I wanted both. Iwant both, Bella. I want you. I have from the moment you propositioned me in the moonlight.”

My resolve crumbled and I rested my forehead against his chest inhaling the familiar and sexy scent of him. It was over. The acquisition was dead.

Everything in my world was changed, but Dylan was still here. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me. He was the only thing that was real in this beautiful masquerade.

“Does my family know what we’ve done?” I asked.

“Probably,” he said. “Your mother definitely does.”

“My father will be furious.”

“He may be, but once he learns of James’s plans, I am sure he’ll understand.”

“Truth?” I asked.

“Truth.”

I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pulling his lips close to mine. My lips brushed against his. “You did all this, even though you know I am going to divorce you?”

“I would expect nothing less,” he said, smiling. “Can I please just fuck your brains out first, my wife?” His lips teasing me, he slipped his arm around my lower back.

“I would expect nothing less.”

We kissed, and as desire flamed in my core, I wondered how I ever planned to live without this man and his touch.

Dylan pulled away and smiled down at me. “One question. Are you going to change your name?”

“Fuck you,” I said, giggling I gave him another quick kiss.

“So am I changing my name? We are really going to have to figure this out, or naming the children is going to be very complicated.”

“You want children?” I said, surprised by how my heart burst open, speaking those words. “How does that work if I’m divorcing you.”

“Well, you haven’t divorced me yet.”

I took his hand and dragged him into a corner. “Kiss me again,” I said, leaning against the cold stone wall. I grabbed his belt buckle and jerked his body close, his erection pressing against me. “Kiss me and promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

“Never,” he said. “I will never leave you again.” He kissed me, and like every other lover in the cupola, I imagined we were the only two people in the room.

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Dylan’s arms wrapped around me. “I want you,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to make love to my wife.”

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