The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King Read Free Book Online Page A

first time that she’d ever slow
danced. She didn’t know how he felt about her but she had a secret mad crush on
him then. But he seemed so…off limits at the time. Unreachable. He was slightly
older than her and far more popular and had tons of girls swooning over
him—like all the time. How could she have gotten any closer to him then?
The only thing he could do for her was to dominate her fantasies at the time. And that he
did—whether he knew it or not.
            As
the music played with the strings in the backdrop of the song, she melted
completely. Yes, Andre was her gift. His love was the greatest gift that she
had received. And she loved him for that. For the way he made her feel. The way
he could turn on his magic and bring her soul alive again.   No matter how dark her mood was at the
time.
      “What’s that?” she asked as he went into
what looked like an ottoman or chest box.
    A
wicked grin touched his lips. “I want to let you experience pleasure like
you’ve never had before,” his voice was low and seductive. A wave of
butterflies tickled her belly.
    “Oh?”
    “You
didn’t know I had toys?”
    “Toys?
I thought you were too old for toys?” she replied playfully.
    “Depends
on which toys we’re talking about?” He flipped open the chest box and searched
inside. He pulled out a silk blindfold. Hannah gasped.
    What
delightful experience was she in for now?
    “You
remember the day we first danced to this song?”
    “Andre,
you remembered?”
    “You
didn’t think I would forget now, do you?”
    Hannah
flushed. That was it— her soul had officially been
claimed by this gorgeous billionaire whose wealth was in his charm and his
inner power . God, he had a memory that stretched longer than a country
mile. And all this while pretending as if that dance had
meant nothing to him. At the reception he’d gone on to dance with tons
of other girls till early in the morning. But he remembered the dance with
Hannah. He remembered their song.
    Holy
cow! She’d dreamed about dancing to that same song on the day they were to
marry—in her dreams, of course. But he didn’t know that…did he?
    “Your
memory is unimpeachable, Mr. Corskovi ,” she murmured,
a salacious grin on her lips.
    “When
it matters,” he whispered as he neared her with the silk black scarf in his
hand. He traced the outline of her jaw with his fingers and she tingled at his
soft touch. He stroked her chin sending waves of pleasure through her veins.
    Oh, Andre.
    She wanted
to tell him that she’d be so lost without him but she couldn’t. The music was
really setting the mood. It was as if it was a soundtrack to their love affair.
    “I want
you to go back to that night and remember how you’d felt. So
carefree. No worries in the world,” he murmured as he pressed his soft
lips to hers.
    “Oh,
God!” she moaned with delight.
    “Close
your eyes, Hannah,” he instructed her with a low, silky voice that almost
lulled her into a deep relaxation.
    She was
remembering how she’d felt at that time. With Andre. As if they had no cares in the world. That was before he became a business
tycoon with all the wealth in the world and the added responsibility. That was
when they were young and given a chance at a better life thanks to his mentor
and the man who helped her mother by giving her a good paying job and the use
of one of his surnames. A chance at a better life. Donald Clive Steeles Peterson had adopted her
informally and introduced her to a life of comfort. He also introduced her to Andre. The best thing that could have happened to her back then.
    “Are you
relaxed now?” he breathed into her neck as he reached under her silk gown and
stroked her hard, round nipple. She tingled with delight at his erotic touch,
moaning as she tilted her head back.
    “I love
surprises, don’t you?” he whispered in her ears.
    “Oh, Andre,
yes,” she murmured.
    “I’m
going to place this silk scarf around your