Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📕

have to kill him. A light sigh comes from her parted lips, drawing my attention to them. I ache to drop my head down and take her mouth, but I can’t kiss her or I’ll want to shove my dick into her tiny cunt again and she’s not ready for that. We wait inside with the heat on as they load up my suitcase and theirs. The money I spent on her was disgusting, but from now on, every dollar will be spent on her behalf.

Five minutes later, we’re rolling out of the estate for good.

She curls into me as she sleeps, and this strange feeling hits me. I want her to be comfortable in my arms always. The anger I felt earlier shifts to its rightful place—straight at me. I’m a bastard for taking what I wanted. I used her like a whore when I knew damn well she’s not. Whatever her reason for the money, I’m still the asshole who took her virginity.

I make some calls and get things done over the phone. The papers will be waiting for me the moment we step out of the car. I have to make this right for everyone, but the first step is to legally make her mine.

There are four men waiting when we arrive on the tarmac: my pilot, the judge, his assistant, and a notary.

“Thank you for being here. I want to be up and out as soon as we take our seats,” I inform Ernesto, who nods and departs. Next is the judge and his notary with him to get this marriage over with.

“Sir, you know she’s not in the right frame of mind to sign that,” the notary says to the judge, making me want to shove my foot up his ass.

I don’t wait for the judge to respond to the fuckhead. I didn’t ask them to have a fucking conscience. I told them to bring me the most unscrupulous motherfuckers they had. “Do I look like I give a fuck? You’re here to do one job, and that’s to legalize this. I’m paying you a lot of money for it.”

“Yes, Mr. Serrano.” His little bitch whimper lets me know that his outburst is good and dead.

I brush her soft cheek, and she sighs sweetly. “Mi amor, I need you to wake up for a minute.”

Her eyes open slightly. “Victor,” she calls out and brushes her lips against my chin. Fuck, I’m standing there with her in my arms and my dick stiffer than hell trying to get her to marry me, and she has to go and do something so fucking adorable. I look up at the asshole who questioned me and give him a smirk.

“Dove, sign here.” She looks up at me sleepily, smiles, and signs it, falling asleep again. I do my best to control my urge to kiss her. I sign, and the judge does his part followed by the notary. Fernando scans the document with his phone and then shows it to me. “Great. Thank you, gentlemen. My wife needs her rest.” Everything happens in an instant, and we’re through with the legalities without any trouble.

I shake their hands while Fernando handles the payment, and then I turn and carry my little wife onto the plane. I sit Dove down in a seat and buckle her in because we’re about to take off. After giving orders to the staff to leave us be, I buckle myself in as well. The men move to the back of the plane to give us some privacy.

I do my best to focus on other things while we’re in the air, but my head constantly lifts and turns to stare at the beauty beside me. God, what have I gotten myself into? I can’t and won’t let her go, but how the hell is this supposed to work? I reach over and brush a strand of hair away from her angelic face. She moves and sighs, but instead of waking, she snuggles deeper down into her seat. I get up and place a blanket on my little wife. I look at her and know I’m no better than my father. I exchanged money for her virginity. Still, I won’t change the path we’re on. We’ll just have to make this work.

Seven hours into the flight, I’ve managed to get everything organized. I steal another glance at her for the hundredth time, and she’s still sleeping. My head spins with the notion that she isn’t just sleeping, but she’s been doped up. I ask for a bottle of water and some medicine from the flight attendant.

I gently wake her up and give her the meds and water. It takes her a moment to shake off the fog, and then she’s frantic.

4

Dove

I feel warm and comfortable as I wake up. My eyes slowly open—and then fly open when I see I’m not in my bed but instead in a chair on a plane. Panic sets in, and I look around to see Victor. I try to remember everything from the night before. Damn, did I lose my virginity to a player last night? I look up, and he’s on his laptop. Did he drug me? I search my arms for needle marks and pain, but there’s nothing there.

“Ah, little Dove. You are awake. How are you feeling?” He reaches up to touch me, and I flinch as I try to figure out what’s happening.

“What’s going on? Where are we going? Why am I on a plane?” I screech, my eyes darting around the room and then back to him when he cups my chin, halting my movements instantly.

His green eyes gently stare into mine like he’s trying to tame a wild animal. Like magic, I’m starting to settle down. “Calmate, mi esposa. We should be landing in Madrid in an hour.”

My mind runs in circles as I process that information. “Madrid as in Madrid, Spain?”

“Yes. I told you that you would be the mother of my