Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake Carina

Author:Blake, Carina
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

8

Dove

"I have to leave and handle some business. I'll be back around five,” he says, adjusting the cuffs on his white dress shirt. After our second morning jaunt in the sack, he quickly gets up to shower, like I didn’t expect that already. I watch him get ready, and I’m a little taken aback about the way he carries himself.

He looks sexy both in and out of business attire, but I’m truly partial to the whole suit thing. The fact that he gets to leave looking that good raises my hackles. I hate how jealousy invades my soul when it comes to this man. We haven’t even been here a full twelve hours, and he’s leaving already. I look at the large clock in our bedroom, and it’s merely ten.

"Okay." I'm not trying to come off as petulant, but my emotions are getting the better of me.

"Is there anything you like to do for fun?" he asks.

"I usually run, but since I’m sure you’re not going to let me out of the house, I read."

“Don’t sound so miserable. There’s a gym in the house and a treadmill if you really want to run and are not just trying to bust my balls. We have a library. It doesn't have any contemporary romance novels, but it does have the classic ones if that's what you want to read. I can get you one of those reading devices if you want and you can select books to order online."

"Do you all have a bookstore nearby?”

"There are bookshops in Madrid, but most of the literature is in Spanish."

"Oh. I forget that I'm not home.” I sigh heavily. I could really use a Barnes and Noble.

"This is your home,” he snarls. Goodness, he really hates when I say that.

"I meant in New York where Spanish is the second language."

"So if it's the second one, how come you never picked it up?" It’s a fair question, I suppose.

"I failed it in school. I hated my Spanish teacher. He was a grade-A prick who thought my eyes were located on my chest."

"Oh. Okay."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing. I'll have a Kindle for you when I return, and then you can order whatever books you'd like."

"Even how to dispose of a dead body?" I challenge, thinking I’m funny.

He closes the distance and then slides his hand into my hair and pulls me close so his breath tickles my neck and then says, "Then you could help me, but the books don't really do it justice." He kisses my lips and walks out of the bedroom door. I shake my head and smile, pressing my hand to feel the heat and electricity. Then, the door pops open and Victor sticks his head back in. "Remember what I said about anyone touching you."

I nod. "Okay."

I walk into the bathroom and still smell his body wash. I hate how much I crave his smell. I look over the latest marking and frown. I can’t look at the possessive marks when he seems quick to fuck and run.

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