Page 20 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY

Vincent

I can’t wait anymore.

I can’t risk another moment going by without locking her into my life. She is mine, she belongs with me and to me and I have to make it official now.

Misha doesn’t know what I have planned yet, but she’ll find out soon enough.

I had originally decided to meet her mother first, to ask her mother permission as a way of tradition seeing as she does not have a father.

It was my way to ease the families together - but for some reason Misha is very tentative about me meeting her mother and has been full of excuses.

Maybe I’m reading into it and her mother genuinely is that busy.

Regardless - I’m not willing to wait anymore.

Opening the drawer of my bedside table I remove the crystal box, carved from a precious stone, glittering in the light as I roll it in the palm of my hand.

Inside is the most exquisite ring I’ve ever seen.

I made sure it was more beautiful than any other ring in the world.

My girl deserves the best. When she wears it, she will wear it with pride and the world will know - she belongs to me.

I slip the box into my pocket and chuckle. I won’t let her say no.

I’ve put together an offer that she cannot refuse.

“Are you ready my cheeky little raven? Our pilot has arrived and is waiting for us at the airport.”

“I’m ready.” She calls out from her own bedroom.

When we get back all of her things will be moved into my room. My future wife belongs in my bed. She’s been sleeping next to me almost every night, anyway. Only on the nights I punished her did she sleep in her own bed—and in that way, I punished myself too.

Misha steps out of her room dragging a small carry-on bag behind her.

I reach around her and take it from her, my bag in my other hand. I set both of them at the top of the stairs and nod towards the security idiot standing by the door.

“Put these in the car.” I snarl, wondering why the fuck he hasn’t already thought of doing it.

Why the hell I have to spell everything out to these morons. That’s why I never bother learning their names. Very few of them last long enough in my presence.

“Are we really going to a private island?” She asks, giggling with excitement.

“Not just any private island, my pet, a very special one.” I reply, pulling her close to me and talking with my mouth close to hers.

“Why is it special?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The pilot is ready and waiting in my private jet when we arrive at the airport.

“Ready for the Bahamas, sir?”

“Definitely. Get us out of here, Ramon.” I grin, pushing Misha up the stairs and into the jet, her eyes are wide with wonder. It’s clear to me and everyone else around us that this is her first time on a plane, never mind her first time on a private plane.

“The Bahamas?” She whispers, as though she was in a library and has to stay polite.

I laugh loudly. “Yes, little pet. It’s just off the Bahamas. A completely exclusive island detached and surrounded by crystal blue oceans. You’ll love it.”

“You,” I snap, pointing to the air hostess. “Get us a bottle of champagne and once we are in the air, I want a seafood platter.”

“Yes, sir.” She mutters nervously and hurries away.

“I used to work as a waitress once.” Misha says, sounding defensive. I can’t figure out why.

“I don’t understand, little pet. What do you mean?”

“I was a waitress. They are still people, Vincent. You shouldn’t speak to her like that.” Misha’s brows are knotted.

I laugh again and pull Misha onto my lap as I sit down.

“Little raven, you are nothing like those people. They are all beneath us. You were meant for far greater things. I knew that the moment I saw you in the restaurant that night. Never compare yourself to people who are not on your level. Do you understand me? You belong with us, in the mountains of the gods.”

With my fingers wrapped around the back of her head I pull her into a kiss, and she giggles against my lips.

“I like the sound of that.” She laughs.

Our flight isn’t long, but Misha and I find plenty of time to play.

We enjoy an extravagant seafood platter and finish a bottle of champagne before closing the privacy doors that lead to the front cabin.

By the time we land Misha is overexcited and trying to hurry to pull her clothes back on.

She has her face pressed against the window as she wiggles into her dress. “Is that the house we’re staying in?” She squeals in delight, peering at the property near the runway.

I snort. “No, absolutely not. That is the servant’s property. The pilot and cleaning staff stay there. Our villa is on the other side of the island.”

“Oh wow, but that one looks amazing. It’s right on the beach.” She exclaims.

“Trust me, you’ll know our villa when you see it.”

There is an open top Land Rover waiting for us when we step onto the private runway. Our bags are already loaded into the back.

“Is the house ready?” I snap at the man standing alongside it.

“Yes, sir. It’s ready and anything you need you just call us.”

I huff and turn away from him. “Come little pet, let’s get going.”

I’m about to pull open the driver’s door when Misha scrunches her nose, looking at me with hopeful eyes. A low chuckle of amusement runs through me. “Do you want to drive?” I ask.

She nods wildly. “Yes.” She shouts, jumping right over the unopened door and into the driver’s seat. I prefer to drive, but I’d do anything to see her smile.

She drives like a maniac. Not sticking to the roads, taking us through some overgrown bushes and over a rocky patch that makes me grip the door tightly. I’m not worried about her rolling the car. I don’t give a shit about the car, but I’d like to arrive at the beach villa alive.

Misha is laughing and her eyes glitter with adrenaline when we pull up outside the villa.

“Wow.” She whispers in awe.

“I told you, you’d know it when you see it.” I laugh.

We’ve arrived just as the sunset has begun, exactly how I planned for it to happen and as we drive the sky is already starting to glow beautiful colors.

I make sure she parks at the back of the property because I’ve had them set up something special in the front.

Misha climbs out of the car without opening the door again. I grab our bags and carry them inside.

“So, what is so special about the island? You said you’d tell me. Is it a nature reserve? Or do pirates bury treasure here or something?” she grins at me.

I set our things down near the back door. Reaching out I take her hand and gesture for her to walk with me.

We walk through the living room, built entirely from glass so that views spill in from every side.

Out on the patio, at the edge of the ocean sand, Misha can see the decor. White roses, thousands of them, threaded into the roof of the patio, setting sun rays filtering through them, and making them glow orange and pink. Lights intertwined between them glitter in the late afternoon light.

“What is this?” She asks, glancing towards me with an expression of pure curiosity.

“This is for you, little raven.” I tug her towards a table, centered beneath the roses, and push her into the chair.

Reaching out, I drag the white leather folder towards her so that it is in front of her. Standing behind her I lean with my arms wrapped either side of her and I open the folder.

“A contract?” She asks tightly, not understanding yet.

Behind her, I stand and explain as I point out certain clauses in the contract.

“If a man wants something he has to present a deal to the other person in order to have them agree to the thing he wants. Correct?” I ask.

“A business deal, yes, I understand—” She says tentatively.

“There is something I want very badly, and therefore I am offering certain things to make sure I get it.” I point to a list of assets in the contract.

She leans forward and reads, speaking out loud. “This island, several properties in Boston and a property in Miami?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her brows knot.

“One of those properties is the one your mother is living in. And yes, this entire island.”

She huffs. “Vincent. I don’t understand.” She says, getting annoyed. “What is this?”

I grin, stepping next to her I pull her chair around so that it’s facing me, and I drop to my knee in front of her. In my hand is the crystal box which I open, revealing the most beautiful ring in the world.

“I love you, Misha. Marry me, little raven. Sign the contract, and the moment you become my wife everything on that list will be yours.”

“You are offering me those things so that I say yes?” She stammers. “You love me?” she remarks with more excitement.

“Of course, little pet. I know how business works. And if I want the most beautiful thing in the universe to be mine - I must present an offer, she cannot refuse. You also see that in the contract I have been clear about my other assets - in the event of my death they will all be yours.”

“What about your sons, your daughter?” She asks, still confused. Her eyes keep darting to the ring, glittering with hope.

“I have given them more than they could dream of in this life. I have given them enough. What is left, what is mine, I give to you - so that we can live a beautiful life together. Marry me, Misha.” I say with more force.

She giggles, then her laughter turns to tears, which stream down her cheeks. My heart beats nervously, pulsing impatiently until she screams “Yes.”

“Yes?” I ask with relief.

“Yes, Vincent. Yes. I will marry you. I love you too. I am so madly in love you.” She squeals excitedly.

I stand up and slip the ring onto her fingers. Immediately, I grab the pen and push it into her hand and point to where she should sign. A deal is never final until that ink stains the paper.

She signs and I grab her into my arms and spin her around excitedly.

“You belong to me.” I whisper against her ear, then kiss her gently, my heart exploding with happiness I thought I would never experience. The type of happiness that takes you by surprise and knocks the ground out from beneath you.

Misha presses her lips against mine and wraps her legs around my waist. My body screams. I own her, She belongs to me.

I push her onto the table, shoving the contract aside and grabbing her legs to spread them wide.

She rests her heels on the edge of the table, her dress falling away and her pussy naked to my eyes. Spread open like a piece of art, waiting for me.

“You aren’t wearing any panties.” I grin, my cock throbbing in anticipation.

“Oops, I must have left them on the plane.” She giggles, her eyes full of mischief.

I grab the top of her summer dress and rip it from her body. She screams in fright as the fabric tears, and I pull it off her. I want to see all of her, every inch of her beauty - her beauty that now belongs to me.

I growl darkly where the dappled sun splashes across her milky chest and she tilts her head back, letting her dark hair spill onto the table behind her.

Her hands are resting behind her and my eyes fall onto the ring on her finger. It turns me on ten times more - the lock. The binding. She belongs to me.

I rip my shirt off and toss it aside and Misha bites her lip as her eyes drift over my chest.

Tugging my pants off I kick them away.

And when I step between her legs, she is already breathing heavily.

I smirk as I brush my cock over her pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little raven?”

“Yes, please, sir.” She begs, biting at her bottom lip. Her eyes narrowed as she stares at me through lowered lashes.

“Please fuck me with your monster cock.” She begs, shifting her hips forward.

“Mm. What if I hurt you?” I ask darkly, reaching forward and grabbing her throat as I press my cock harder against her pussy.

“I want you to hurt me. I want the pain. I want you to rip me apart with your cock - fuck me so hard I’m screaming.” She begs again, her voice becoming tense with lust.

I tighten my grip around her throat, cutting off her air supply and she gags, trying to swallow, a glimmer of panic shooting through her eyes.

That is when I slam my cock into her pussy. The moment I see the fear in her eyes.

That is the most beautiful sight in the world.

She tries to scream, but she can’t.

I keep my fingers locked over her throat and pound my cock into her, watching her change from pleasure to a richer form of panic.

She’s clawing at my fingers with her hands, her lips turning a light shade of blue.

My cock is so fucking hard inside her as her body fights for air and life and floods with fear.

Her pussy is tighter than it’s ever been, and I keep fucking. Slamming into her over and over again.

Misha passes out.

I release my grip around her throat and chuckle, catching her as she falls limply onto the table.

I pull her forward and slap her hard across the cheek and she gasps for air, waking up to find my cock still pushing deep into her pussy.

She cries out in shock and then pleasure as she tilts her head back, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

With my fingers digging into her thighs, I pull her legs as far apart as I can, splitting her open and fucking her even harder. Her body begins to shake beneath me, and she reaches up and digs her nails into my shoulders as she holds onto me.

She gasps, shudders, and screams as the orgasm hits her like a tidal wave.

My cock goes rigid, and I release my pleasure into her.

Misha is lying with her back on the table, breathing heavily, grinning.

I gently trace my fingers over her throat.

“It’s already bruising.” I muse.

Her eyes meet mine, and the sinister smile on her lips is magnificent. “I’ll wear it with pride.” She whispers.

I pull her into my arms and carry her off the patio steps and onto the beach sand, towards the crystal-clear ocean.

“I think I want to fuck you under water.” I smirk and she wraps her legs around me as we walk into the sea.