26. Blake

CHAPTER 26

Blake

G inevra is fucking perfection. Her body was made for me, I’m absolutely sure of that now. I told her I’d ruin her for other men, but fuck if she isn’t ruining me for other women. How will I ever find another creature this divine?

Her soft curves rest against me as she sleeps. It’s late morning, but we were awake on and off all night because we couldn’t get enough of each other. I still crave another taste of her this morning.

What is this woman doing to me?

I ate up every single one of her gasps and shivers last night. If I didn’t know better, I would have assumed she was a virgin from the way her body responded to me the first time. She’s so tight, and cutely awkward in her inexperience. Yesterday in that cave was a trial in restraint. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her, fuck her into the sand, but I gave my word to treat her gently, and I did.

She was so exhausted afterward that she let me carry her to our villa, settle her into a hot bath, and then feed her in bed. I never knew tending to a woman could be so…fulfilling.

But that’s the thing with Gin, she constantly has me surprising myself. She makes me act against my nature—except that everything I do feels natural with her. No one else, only with my little magpie.

Someone starts pounding on my door. “Wedding brunch starts in twenty minutes. Don’t be late!” Yve.

Fuck, she’s annoying.

For the first time in my life, all I want to do is stay in bed, with Gin. But if we’re going to witness my sister’s shit-show of a wedding this afternoon, we’d better get up and ready.

“Sweetheart,” I softly murmur, waking Gin. “It’s time to get up. We have to be at brunch in twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?” she sleepily murmurs. Then she shoots up, landing on her feet beside the bed. “Oh my god, I have to get ready!”

I chuckle as she races into the bathroom to shower, erasing our combined scents from her body.

After the ceremony, I’m dragging her back here for another round. I might have to extend our stay because I’m nowhere near done with this woman.

Somehow, Gin manages to shower, dry her hair, put on makeup, and be dressed by the time brunch is served in the courtyard. We make our appearance at the very last minute. Yve narrows her gaze on us, but thankfully, doesn’t say a damn word. Once everyone has a plate, we eat in silence for a few minutes.

I glance at Lexa. She’s shoving the food around on her plate like she’s not hungry. Her soon-to-be husband sits much too close to Yve.

Across from us, Guy eye-fucks Samantha, who not so subtly flips him off. Liam doesn’t even notice because he’s too busy with his phone. I inwardly sigh. Today’s shaping up to be fucking lovely—a damn waste of all of our time.

After brunch, the girls will be at the spa for a few hours, then Lexa has to get ready for her wedding this afternoon. I manage to catch her before she leaves the table and draw her aside.

“Don't do this.” I keep my voice low so we’re not overheard. “You’re not marrying that swine.”

She folds her arms. “This is my choice, Blake. I’m not going to argue with you about this on my wedding day.”

“Wedding day?” I scoff. “This whole event is a goddamn sham. The man you’re supposed to be marrying has barely looked at you. He won’t make a good husband. If he isn’t doing so right now, he will cheat on you with your own mother. Christ, won’t you listen to me!” Frustration burns through me because I know Lexa won’t change her mind. Stubborn girl.

“Everything will be fine.” She pats my arm and offers a sad smile. “What I’m about to do is in everyone’s best interest. Just… please forgive me.” Lexa leaves me staring after her as she catches up with Gin and Samantha.

Forgive her for what? For being a goddamn fool?

Fine. Since she’s giving me no other option, Franklin Cecil can have her, but not for long. When I return home, I’m going to destroy him. I just need to figure out how to do it without Yve coming after me. Would she put me in prison for obliterating her friend’s life? There’s only one way to find out. Though I doubt it. If I’m locked up, then it’s game over for her too because she won’t have me to toy with any longer.

I need to find that dirt she has on me. Searching for it again just moved to the top of my priority list.

L exa’s a beautiful bride. I can’t believe she’s marrying that asshole Franklin. I should put a stop to this. I’m tempted to do just that as she appears at the end of the aisle, prepared to make her way to the altar alone. The string quartet starts to play a wedding march and she takes a step forward.

I glance around for inspiration on how to ruin the ceremony. The quickest, surest way to put an end to this would be to kill the groom. Or the officiant. I’m not especially picky. The only reason I waited until the last minute is because I thought Lexa would see reason, eventually, and put a stop to this herself. Fucking hell.

A helicopter appears over the hill, effectively drowning out the music and whipping sand into our faces. At first, I think it’s the press coming for an inside scoop on the wedding. Those fucking vultures wouldn’t bat an eye at stooping so low.

Except when I look up, my gaze collides with that last man I expect to see. Eion fucking Bane. He’s swapped his tailored suit for tactical gear, and he slides down a rope, landing right in the middle of the aisle. Lexa runs to him.

I don’t believe this. What the actual fuck is happening?

The fucker wraps his arms around her, then tosses me the most devilish smirk right before they’re lifted into the air. Lexa loses a shoe when Yve makes a grab for her. All I can do is stare in disbelief amid Yve’s shrieks and Franklin’s flurry of obscenities. Everyone else seems as shocked as I am.

Eion fucking Bane just stole my sister away from her wedding.

“Well, I didn’t see that coming.” Gin chuckles. “That’s one way to leave the groom at the altar. You go, girl!”

I look at her like she’s lost her mind. “Do you have any idea who that was?”

She stares back at me. “No.”

“Eion Bane. CEO of Bane Development Group, and my biggest business rival. Lexa knows not to go anywhere near the Bane Brothers. I’m going to fucking kill him. Come on. We’re going home.” I grab Gin’s hand and head toward the resort’s main building.

“We can’t just leave. What about all of our stuff?”

“I’ll have someone collect it and deliver it to our home. Right now, I need to charter a jet to get us the hell off this island.”