Page 65 of Cruel Redemption

I smiled at her. “I think so.”

She walked into the honeymoon suite. Baby Enzo was on her hip. She was wearing a simple blue satin cocktail dress. Her hair was long and thick. Her eyes bright.

“Wow. Sexy much?” she teased.

I laughed. I dabbed Enzo on his nose with the tip of my finger. He giggled. It was his new thing. We all loved it.

“I wanted to make a statement,” I explained, twirling in front of her.

“I think the statement has been made.” She bounced Enzo on her hip. “I was sent to make sure you aren’t late.”

I sighed. “I told Luka I wouldn’t be late.”

“I’ll let you tell him.” She winked. “He’s in the hall.”

I exhaled. “This is it. I guess.”

She nodded. “It is.” She kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you.” I brought her and the baby into a light hug. Ever since Enzo was born, Katya had started to laugh again. She smiled every day. There were moments when we all believed she could live a full and happy life. In the six months since Enzo’s death, she had grieved and welcomed their baby into the world. I admired how strong and resilient she was. Nothing was more important to her than their son.

I picked up the red beaded clutch and strolled to the door. My hips moved with the rhythm of my Italian shoes. I’d waited for this moment for so long.

I opened the door.

I almost lost my voice. My breath. He was gorgeous. Sexy.

Luka stood in the hallway in a fitted tux. He grinned the smile of the devil. I laughed.

“I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” I teased.

“I think we’re going to keep the crowd downstairs waiting. Holy shit, you look gorgeous.” He brushed a kiss on my neck. I shivered with goosebumps.

“Thank you.”

“My sister’s still in the suite, isn’t she?” He looked past me.

“She is.” I laughed. “Besides, aren’t you the one who doesn’t like to be late?”

He scowled. “You do have the honeymoon suite for a reason, right?”

I nodded. “I do. It’s so when this party is over we can stay our first night at the Crescent Towers.”

His arms moved to my hips. His fingers dug through the silk. “Fuck me. No underwear, Amara?”

“What? It’s designer silk. I didn’t want the lines to show,” I explained. I left out the part about how I had intentional left them off just for him.

He groaned. “I would have gotten here sooner if I knew I was going to be hard through this entire party.”

I ran my hand to his waist, pressing along his thigh. “Oh, God.” I moaned. This was going to be a night of torture for both of us.

“I don’t joke about how hard you make me.”

“Noted.” I smiled.

The door rattled behind us and Katya and the baby joined us. “I thought you two would be in the lobby by now.”

“Just trying to time it perfectly,” I lied.

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