Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(64)

She giggles.

‘She also informed me that your father is in the process of arranging a suitable wedding for you. Obviously, no one had informed her that you are mine.’

‘What? My father is doing no such thing,’ she says crisply.

‘Mr. Eden,’ a stern voice calls from the French windows.

I wink at Snow. ‘I have to go, but will you come see me later at the Oberoi Grand?’

‘Yeah, I’ll come to see you,’ she says with a sultry look in her eyes.

And my f*cking randy cock dances excitedly.

‘You’re not going to jump over the wall again, are you?’ she asks.

‘I think I’ll brave your mother one more time. See you later,’ I say, grinning at her.

‘Alligator,’ she says.

I turn. ‘Coming, Mrs. Dilshaw,’ I say, and start walking. As I get closer I can see how furious she is.

‘How dare you?’ she rasps.

‘Sorry, but you’d have done the same if you had travelled thousands of miles to see someone.’

‘Get out of my house.’

I smile widely. I’m in a good mood. So I’ll be generous. ‘I have a funny feeling, Mrs. Dilshaw, we’re going to be seeing a bit more of each other than you’re expecting, so it might be a good idea to keep it civil. Good day, Ma’am,’ I say, and walk out through the front door again.

My heart is soaring.





Thirty-eight


SNOW

I’ve been to The Oberoi grand a few times. It is one of the oldest heritage luxury hotels in Calcutta. As soon as you walk in from the crowded street, you enter a different world. Back to a time when the Indian Maharajas did ‘posh’ far better than the English. There are framed prints of birds and bejeweled, turbaned men on the walls. The reception floors are gleaming black marble with little diagonal white marble squares, and the dark wood paneling in the lobby is carried right through to the elevators and all the way to the toilet seat covers.

The door is held open for me by a uniformed doorlady. She is genuinely courteous and friendly. I walk up to the lobby and they call Shane’s suite for me. They probably think I am a prostitute, but I don’t care. With an impeccably polite smile, the receptionist passes the phone to me.

‘Hi,’ I say into the receiver.

‘Stay there. I’ll come down,’ he says.

‘No, I’ll come up. I know my way to the deluxe suite.’

I get into the lift and go up to his floor. I knock on the door and it opens after the first rap.

Before I can say anything he pulls me in and, fisting his hand in my hair, swoops down on my lips. I gasp with shock and his tongue enters my mouth. His other hand comes around my waist and slams me into his hard body. He sweeps his tongue through my mouth. The raw animal desire radiating out of him makes the blood pound in my veins. From the first day I have been helpless in its wake.

Never taking his mouth away from mine, he walks me backwards towards the bed and we fall in a tangle. Our clothes come off haphazardly. The sound of zips, something tearing, something else whispering, and our hearts booming, fill my starving senses. Then we are naked. I hear the sound of the foil. And then he fills the aching, empty hole inside me with his beautiful, big cock.

‘Ahhhh …’

The orgasm when it comes lasts and lasts. With white dots before my closed eyelids. I slump against the headboard, exhausted.

‘I was so hungry for your flesh I couldn’t wait to f*ck you again,’ he growls.

‘The insides of my thighs … they are tremble … for more,’ I whisper.

‘Tell the insides of your thighs I haven’t even begun.’

Hours we are in that bed. I am aware of all the places his hands have been, my ankles, the soles of my feet … the insides of my wrist … the delicate skin at the nape of my neck.

And then his phone rings. ‘Aren’t you going to answer that?’

‘No,’ he says, and carries on kissing all the small bones of my spine.

But his mobile rings again. And again. He stops with a frown and answers it.

He sits up. ‘Yeah.’

He turns slightly away from me. ‘I’ll be there in a couple of days. Why?’ He listens again and sighs, his shoulders sagging. ‘Fuck. Right. Yeah. Tell Ma I’ll be there.’


He ends his call and turns to me. ‘Look, I wanted to meet your parents properly and all, but we have to go back tonight. My mother’s father is on his deathbed and he wants to see the whole family before he passes on. My mother wants me there.’

I sit up and touch his throat. He is so perfect I could weep. ‘You go ahead. I’ll join you in a couple of days. There’s something I must do first.’

He looks at me. ‘No, Snow. I don’t want to leave without you.’

‘I promise I will leave the day after tomorrow. I have to go and see Chitra.’

He looks at me curiously. ‘Why?’

‘I don’t know why. I just know I have to go and see her before I leave.’

‘Where is she?’

‘Kupu knows where she lives. He will take me.’

‘Is it far away or dangerous?’

‘No.’

‘Regardless, I’ll arrange for someone to go with you and Kupu. You’re not travelling around on your own.’