Page 83 of Devil’s Promise

Knox pulls out his phone, firing off a text. My fingers tighten on Angel’s arm as I wait for her response. He looks around Angel, meeting my gaze. “She had a headache. She’s up in her room already.”

I relax as Angel squeezes my waist, propelling us forward. Jake is just behind us as we make our way across the casino floor and to the bank of elevators. “I’ll show you up to your suite,” he volunteers with a smile.

But the moment we’re in the elevator alone, Angel looks at Jake. “How worried about this Sver should I be that you just shut down my wedding reception?”

Jake runs a hand over his jaw, tension pulling at his features. “It’s a complicated story that will take more time than you might want to give tonight. Sver is a problem, however, that I will discuss with you soon. If you’re entering into business with us, he’s one of the factors that you should be fully educated about.”

“Thank you,” Angel grunts. “That’s enough for tonight, and I appreciate the openness of our partnership.”

The elevator opens into a lavish apartment that looks out over the Vegas strip. I stop with a gasp even as Jake salutes and then softly closes the door.

Maybe I should be worried about my father. Or Sver.

But I stop to just take in this moment. I have now. Here.

Angel stops behind me, kissing my bare shoulder before he starts undoing the row of buttons that hold up my dress.

I look over my shoulder at him with a small smile. “Done taking care of this dress?”

“I love this dress. I’m just ready to see it in a puddle at your feet.”

Color fills my cheeks as I nip at my lip. “You love this dress? Is that a compliment to me or to the person who bought it?”

“You know how much I love those curves of yours,” he rumbles into my skin. “And I still want to cum over every square inch of you. It’s just that tonight…” He pauses, his mouth trailing down my spine in a way that makes my skin break out in goose flesh.

“What?”

“I want to worship you too.” And then the dress drops to the floor.

Underneath, I’m in a strapless bustier bra and panties. I step out of the silk, heels still on, as a feral sound rips from Angel’s throat.

He’s got the brown contacts in, but they do nothing to diminish the intensity of his stare as I look over my shoulder at him.

He grabs my hips and pulls my back into his front. First his lips and then his teeth graze my shoulders as his hands start roaming over my stomach and up to my breasts. “Fucking hell, Promise. Your body is so perfect, it’s almost a sin.”

I smile as I lean my weight back into him. Sin with Angel is exactly what I want. Then again, we are married. “I’ll have you know that what we’re about to do is sanctioned by God.”

His hands still on my breasts. I’m not small in the boob department but his palms are so large, they swallow them.

I feel his entire body harden. Did I upset him with the God comment? I start to push off him just so I can look over my shoulder and gauge his reaction, but he holds me tight against him. “Marrying you might be the first good thing I’ve ever done.”

“That’s not true,” I answer, my arms covering his. “I know you lead your family. Look out for them.”

“I’ve been…selfish in some of my choices. I’m starting to understand that being a leader means putting their needs first. Mine last.”

I close my eyes, a small smile curling my lips. He’s right. Good leaders don’t think about what they want. Pretty much, they act the opposite way of every politician I know.

But then it occurs to me…I’m not sure his family likes me. Am I something that Angel would sacrifice for the good of his family?

He squeezes my breasts and then slides his hands back down the bustier before he pushes his fingers under the edge of my panties, his fingers dipping between my legs.

I moan as he grazes my clit, my knees weakening.

He kisses my neck, sucking my earlobe between his lips as he traces a slow circle over the sensitive bud.

His teeth on my ear send a shower of pleasure down my spine even as his finger creates a flood down my thighs.

His other hand slides between our bodies as he undoes the hooks of the bustier. It pops off, landing on top of the dress.