Page 11 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

Maxim

The moment I spotted Livy’s friend, Layla, I’d known without a doubt she was trouble. Everything about her - the way her blue eyes glared, her luscious mouth curved into a sarcastic smile, the way her hips swayed as she walked, and her blonde curls shining like gold. Everything about her kept sayingFuck youbut my damn cock didn’t care. It kept thinking she was the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth. And sexiest! Definitely not the most submissive though. Although I’d pay millions to hear her beg for me to fuck her.

I shook my head, clearing the one-track mind I was heading down. It was the wrong direction.No, the right direction,my cock claimed.

Instead, I focused on her. I wondered if she was connected to the Cambridge family, or if the last name just happened to be a coincidence? I have never seen her at any of the functions with them. If she was connected to those Cambridges, we would have crossed paths sooner. Right?

Henry Cambridge was on the Board of the foundation that Daniel and I owned and were investigating. Henry Cambridge managed the finances of our nonprofit foundation. We knew without a doubt money wasn’t making it to the intended military families that lost so much. So naturally, the first person we looked into was Henry Cambridge. We didn’t have all the information yet but so far everything pointed to him. He signed every payment disbursement to the families that never received the money. They were all made out to cash only, and I’d bet my fortune they made it into his fat bank account. Either that or he hid cash in offshore accounts. It made my blood boil to think about him getting richer while people that gave the ultimate sacrifice were going without. Avaricious bastard.

My eyes lingered on Layla. It was hard to believe she’d be connected to something like that, but people were greedy. It would be best if anyone with connection to them was under a microscope. I’d have to look into her. I told myself it was only because of her last name, but truthfully, my interest was piqued.

I wondered about her. Obviously, she wasn’t an American like Livy. She had a clear British accent. How did those two meet and become best friends? And they were obviously very close.

We have been flying for the past thirty minutes. Brandon was excited, alternating between Livy, myself, and Layla talking our ears off. The little guy was the only thing that kept the tense situation in the airplane somewhat normal.

Livy was rigid and strained as hell. She alternated fidgeting with her hands, her hair, then the hem of her shirt. She was making my eyes twitch. I wasn’t sure how my big brother and her came to an agreement to marry each other, but I was glad. Alexander has been obsessing over that woman since the moment he locked eyes on her in the elevator. She was exactly what he needed. If I had to guess why she agreed to do it, because most of the time she glared at Alexander, all I had to do was look at Brandon. She would do anything for her nephew.

Layla Cambridge, on the other hand, sat unperturbed, like an ice queen that couldn’t be bothered even glancing my way. That was fine though; it only challenged me more. I loved challenges. I pretended to read the paper in my hand, all the while keeping my eye on her.

Despite her icy demeanor, she was a beauty. In fact, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her skin was smooth, begging to be touched and marred with my rough lips. I wanted to bite the little curve between her shoulders and her neck, so everyone would see it. Fuck it, I wanted to tattoo my name on her so everyone would know she was mine. Because there was no doubt in my mind, Layla Cambridge would be mine. I was known to be relentless and persistent when I wanted something, and I wanted her.

The way her blonde hair shone, framing her face, gave her an angelic glow. It almost made her appear innocent.Almost but not quite!She glared my way again. Yes, definitely not innocent. There was fire in her baby blue eyes.

My angel makes my cock twitch.

I wanted to ruin her with my filthy hands and mouth. Make her scream in pleasure that only I could give her. Would she be the type of woman to relinquish all control in the bedroom? Fuck, I hoped so. Because I wanted to dominate her body and control all her orgasms, let her unravel only on my command.

I smiled. Yes, that would make that glare melt into something else altogether. I had no doubt about it. Layla was all ice, but there was something about her that appealed to me on a basic level. Underneath all that ice, I would bet my fortune there was fire that would burn under my touch. What did she prefer in her lovers? Did she even know? I wanted to ruin her, do to her all the dirty things that would make her forget about all her past lovers and only remember me in the future.

My lips curved into a half-smile, already imagining her in my bed, naked and soft. I bet she had the perfect ass for a little pleasurable spanking. I could already imagine how it would redden with my hand print.

“What are you staring at?” Layla’s spat at me, her cheeks flushed in anger.

Yes, she would be quite something to tame.Would her ass cheeks flush too when I spank her, I wondered. I better rein in my thoughts; otherwise, I’d be sporting a tent when I got up. Now wouldn’t that be a sight, greeting all our guests with a hard on. Women would like it, but the men, not so much. Too bad that I had set my mind on this spirited angel. Because none of the women attending this wedding would sate my sexual appetite. Now that I’d seen Layla, my mind had zeroed in on her.

I raised my eyebrow, seemingly unperturbed while the nude images of this woman played in my mind. What I wouldn’t give to see Layla Cambridge naked and, in my bed, right now; her creamy skin flushed in excitement. I wanted her in my bed tonight.

“Not much,” I ended up answering, my tone portraying boredom. “What are you all antsy about?”

An attractive blush colored her chest, telling me this attraction wasn’t one-sided. Yes, she felt it too. She turned her head away from me and stared out the window with a stubborn determination on her face. For all her claws, there was something in her that kept me looking her way. When she wasn’t putting on a show or hiding behind her hard mask, there was vulnerability in those baby blue eyes that captivated me like a mermaid’s song.

The filthy things I want to do to this beauty will be a revelation. Both to her and me.

Chapter Seven

Layla

Unnerved.

That was how Maxim Caldwell made me feel. And I fucking hated it. I wanted to throw tantrums and demand he be removed from my sight. This type of thing had never happened to me. I learned from an early age to keep my shit together, keep my emotions in check. Yes, I was good at being a bitch, but it was always methodical before. This man made me react without thinking.

Maxim threw all my discipline out the window. He made me feel exposed and bare. I could wear a damn snowsuit with all the layers and I’d still feel naked under his gaze. The mask I was always careful to keep on my face fractured around him. With his carefree smile, a twinkle in his eyes that hid a darkness in its depths, my body shuddered with a feeling I had never experienced before. I had my share of lovers but none of them ever felt like a threat… not to my heart or my soul. Maxim Caldwell felt like a threat to every vulnerable piece of me. Deep inside me, I knew he’d shatter me, but nobody ever stuck around to put me back together before. He wouldn’t either. I didn’t want him to see me, see all my damaged pieces.

I cringed at that thought. It was all in my head. I had to ignore him and everything about him.

My eyes traveled to Alexander and Liberty. My sister still looked shaken up from her first kiss with her husband. With all the crap going on, it didn’t even occur to me to ask her if she had practiced kissing Alexander. Until she was walking down the aisle, and then… well, it wasn’t a good time to ask. So, I watched with anxiety as those two exchanged their vows.

There were two things apparent to me right there and then. First thing, Alexander Caldwell would not let Livy go. The way his eyes burned when he watched her told me this marriage would never be on paper only. Not at all.

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