Redeemed Royal (Duke of Tudor #3) Read Online Amarie Avant

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Duke of Tudor Series by Amarie Avant
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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At the last second, the breaker relents, turning away. Bloody hell. That was to be my last excuse to get her back to the house. Then to the helicopter.

Fingers chewing into the flesh of her bottom, I whisper against her ear, “You brought this on yourself, Lux. Having you once didn’t satiate me.”

“Then have me, Victor.”

I thumb her chin, guiding Luxury’s mouth upward so that I can capture her lips again.

“So soft.” I palm the summit between Luxury’s thighs. My other hand lifts her until the scorching area of her pussy rubs my abdomen, and she greedily runs herself over me as we kiss.

I move us back, away from the insistent ripples, then fall back into the sand with her on top of me.

Luxury laughs. “Vic, you’re crazy!”

Leaning up, I encase her throat with my hands. My thumbs swipe over her bottom lip until she pops one into her mouth. Luxury gyrates over my shaft in primal satisfaction, forgetting the blanket cloaking her shoulders.

“Are you warm yet?” I ask with a cocksure grin.

“Burning.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I unzip, leaving the rest of my clothes on, concealed from the elements, and push Luxury’s slip dress up until it pools around her hips, and I set eyes on her throbbing walls.

I pinch her cunt button between my fingers while she glides down onto my cock, sighing in ecstasy.

It’s not long before Luxury swirls over my member like I’m the one who’s claimed. Every rotation sends my cock deeper into her. Luxury gasps against my mouth as neither one of us can take our lips away from each other.

“I love you.”

“Say it again, Victor!”

“I bloody love you.” I grip her hips, pumping my own and her body at breakneck speed.

Luxury cries out as I fill her up, lust rising, higher and deeper until euphoria transcends around her, and she’s falling into me. I allow my head to fall back into the damp sand and my heart to beat primitively in my chest.

“Are you satisfied, Vicky?”

“Are you asking can we walk, Little One?”

“Yes. I’m freezing my ass off.” Luxury lifts from me.

“I knew you were. Alright, you get until the time it takes us to enter our home before I . . .” I kip up and pause as the bloody ring box falls from my trousers.

Luxury grabs it before I’ve finished. My Little One has never moved so swiftly in her life.

“Lux, don’t open—”

Too bloody late. “What’s this, Vic?”

I glance at the princess-cut engagement ring Luxury holds in the palm of her hand.

“Well, that’s not how this was supposed to happen. On the ride home, I outlined a few grand gestures. Proper proposals. I secured enough flowers to lace over a bloody high-rise roof of—”

“Vic . . .”

“Now, I’m—albeit selfishly—telling myself I’m just an ordinary man in love with an extraordinary woman. Who’s beautiful on the inside and out. Still, you deserve a proper proposal.”

28

Luxury

As Victor speaks, I get all choked up, unable to cease the dictator’s tender rant. There’s a subtle nervousness to the deep pitch of his voice as he says, “I’m—albeit selfishly—telling myself I’m just an ordinary man who’s in love with an extraordinary woman. Who’s beautiful on the inside and out. Still, you deserve a proper proposal.”

“Forget what I deserve, Victor. I’m standing in front of what I want.” I hear my voice, although my heart pounds in my ears. It’s as if I’ve spoken without allowing the thoughts to construct themselves in my psyche.

I know this man’s never anxious, yet he seems at a loss for words now. I clutch tightly to the diamond that had fallen from Victor’s pants. I repeat, “I just want you.”

“And I, you,” Victor replies. “I was away for so bloody long. On the return flight, I vowed never to leave your side, not ever. Not without you being a trillion percent sure of my love.”

“Ahhh, a trillion percent. Vicky, I’m a gazillion percent sure.” I grin, softly swaying side to side with my ring held tightly in my hands. This ring is mine. He is mine!

“There’s no such thing as a gazillion, Little One. And trillions and quadrillions are just approximations.” He runs a heavy hand over the back of his neck. “For that matter, 100% isn’t really accurate.” Victor continues to ramble. “I know stats.”

I chuckle at how nerves have overtaken his normally confident mouth. “Sure, you do. But you’re using the part of your brain that fashioned Tudor Enterprise. Not your heart, Victor.”

As his thick brows kick together, I add, “Screw a quadrillion or whatever, baby. As I said, I friggen love you a gazillion. You’ll have to fight me on that and for your ring.”

“I’m positive I’d win, sweetheart,” he undertones, finally allowing the jumbled crunch of his jaw to loosen into a smile. The moment is surreal as Victor removes the ring from my hand.



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