Page 70 of Cruel Redemption

“I said I want you to marry me tomorrow. Not the next day. Not next month.”

She gripped fistfuls of expensive sheets in her hands, trying to steady herself. I could already feel another orgasm building between her legs. I loved torturing her this way. Talking and fucking. It was one of the few times she wasn’t good at multi-tasking.

I eased her all the way to her stomach and sank in deeper.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered.

I grinned, running my fingers under her body, strumming against her clit. “That’s a yes?” It was a dirty taunt. I knew exactly the position I had her in.

“I—can’t—oh—oh?—”

I kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder. “That’s it,” I coaxed. The fire raged through her. I was so close to coming with her.

“Marry me,” I growled. I sank in until the frenzy was burning us both down.

Her hips bucked at the impact, grining into my hips. “Such a good girl.” I fisted my hands through her hair, pulling her head backward. “Say yes.”

I was so deep like this. Our souls were bound. She whimpered through clenched teeth.

“Ty moya,” I groaned. “You’re my wife tomorrow.”

I released her long strands of hair as she gasped for air.

It was a quick move, but I slid my cock from her and rolled her on her back. I drove inside her. “Tomorrow, Amara.”

Her arms looped around me. She nodded. “Yes. I’ll be your wife tomorrow.”

I caught her lips with mine as the climax claimed me with one ricochet after another. I roared toward the ceiling, pumping until the last drop was gone. I collapsed on her chest, kissing her fiercely.

“God, I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too.” She grinned.

“Come here.” I pulled her to me. I lifted her ring finger to my lips. I kissed her knuckle above the massive diamond. “Did you read what’s inside the band?”

“No.” She shook her head and immediately began to work the ring off her finger. She squinted at the inscription on the platinum band. “That’s tomorrow’s date.” Her mouth opened.

I waggled my eyebrows. She slapped me on the chest playfully.

“You are still an insufferable bastard,” she teased.

“And I still fucking love you.”

I pulled the sheet over our heads and she began to laugh. We were the last ones to fall asleep in the Crescent Towers that night.

PARTTHREE

Epilogue

I let the kimono robe hang loosely across my chest. I read the news on my tablet while I drank coffee. I had located to the dining room. The bridal suite was unbelievable. I was incredibly proud of my design team. This room was only a small representation of the details in every room at the Crescent Towers. I admired the deep gray grass cloth on the walls and the crystal chandelier.

My fiancée was in the shower. I sighed. In only a few hours, he would be my husband. I held the ring up in the morning light. God, there were enough rainbows in this room to be mistaken for a disco.

I stood from the long formal table and looked out at the city. I loved this location. It was perfect for the casino. It had been all along.

Luka walked toward me with a towel strategically tucked at his hip. I eyed my husband to-be. Still sexy as hell. Always going to be sexy as hell.

“Good morning.” He took the coffee mug out of my hand and placed it on a nearby sideboard.

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