Page 79 of Devil's Bride

Sadly, her words hit home. I’d never considered myself happy or content. But in my mind, up until this point the only thing that had mattered was building my wealth.

Where had that gotten me?

“I’ll finalize the contract, Jago, but you are going to sign it before anything occurs.”

“Why, yes, ma’am.”

“Excellent,” she threw back at me.

“Where are you going?” I demanded, somewhat irritated. Not with her directly, but with the fact she’d been able to peel the layers apart and see right through me.

“I’ll await your grand entrance in the very formal and cold living room so we can begin our very fake display of affection. I’m so eager to see how our soldiers and my family take the news.”

Her laugh flowed into the room, somehow managing to echo. What I should do was to pull her over my lap and provide her with another disciplinary lesson. Maybe that would calm her down.

I chuckled, realizing that would never work. Not with a woman like her.

“Incidentally, I asked my men to continue hunting for anyone who had anything to do with my father’s death and the idiots who decided to send us threats. I hear Fassi’s Falcons are in town. I’ll be eager to see the rodents caught in a trap.”

Another moment to be impressed. “And what do you plan on doing with them if they’re caught?”

She spun around just like she had before, adding her flair of drama to the conversation. “Interrogation. My way. Maybe you’ll learn something, husband to be.”

The moment she threw open the door, tossing her head back and allowing her long hair to swish back and forth across her shoulders, my cock pressed against my trousers.

Genevieve just might be the death of me. But what a way to go.

“One last thing,” she offered with another flip of her hair. “I will be president of the combined corporation. Period.”

Why was it I was smiling?

Kruz walked in immediately after she left, shaking his hand in front of him and whistling.

“You heard that.”

“President? You’re going to accept that? Her face was defiant, matching her tough words. She is a tough one. What was the decision?” Kruz asked. He waltzed closer, plopping down in the chair where she’d been seated.

“She’ll surrender to me.”

His shrug was just another irritant.

“The deal is done,” I told him.

“She actually made a deal with the devil. Interesting.”

“It will be worthwhile.”

“What’s first?”

At least a grin was easy. “First, we get married.”

He coughed on purpose as he’d done before. “I don’t know how everyone will take the news.”

“I don’t give a shit, but we’ll find out. Let’s go.”

The last thing I’d expected in my life was to be forced to go through with a fake marriage. Strangely enough, my father had approved when I’d called him. He’d also taken it upon himself to assure me I could have a mistress or five on the side as long as my actions were somewhat discreet. If forced to marry any other woman, I’d have readily and eagerly agreed.

But this was Genevieve we were talking about, a woman whose body I’d not yet been allowed the time to fully explore. Until her full surrender, which would occur, I’d enjoy spending time discovering her most erotic secrets.

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