Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I’m not talking to you about anything.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Except when you expect to die so I can have all this stuff. We can talk about that.” Her eyes flash.
“I don’t know, angel. A man like me, I’d like to think I’ll live a long, healthy life.”
“Not when you’ve already got assassins trying to take you out.” She wrinkles her nose.
“Such is the life of a king, angel. Someone always wants my crown. That doesn’t mean I’ll ever give it up.”
“You won’t have to give it up if you’re dead. Someone will simply take it from you.” Her tongue darts to her lips.
“You want my crown, angel?” I slide my hands up the outsides of her thighs. Her skin is warm, soft, and secretly begging for my touch.
“I want everything,” she hisses.
“All I have is yours.” I glide my hands higher, stroking at the sides of her hips and easing the hem of my shirt higher.
“Just think how much I’d enjoy it all to myself. No cheating husband to share it with.” She tenses, her gaze burning into mine. “That sounds like heaven.”
“Cheating husband?” I kiss her knee. “Surely you don’t mean me, angel.” I kiss her other knee. I can tell she’s thinking about busting my lip, but she doesn’t. Instead, her lips part on a breath.
I stroke back down her thighs and gently spread her legs apart just enough so I can kiss the insides of her knees.
“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb. It’s entirely too convincing.” Her words are meant to cut, but her legs are opening for me, her breathing speeding up as I kiss higher up her thighs.
“I don’t. Please educate me, angel.” I run my tongue along her skin, and she gasps. Her nipples are pressed against the fabric of my shirt, and I’d die to simply feel one against my tongue. I put my palms against her inner thighs and spread them wider. That’s when I discover she isn’t wearing panties. A growl rumbles in my chest. I want her without panties, but I don’t want her wandering past my soldiers without them.
I kiss higher, then deeply inhale her scent.
She fists the blanket, and my mouth waters as I move even closer to my goal.
“No one’s ever kissed you here, angel. No one ever will, except me.” I breathe out, and she arches her back. “This hot cunt belongs to me. Only me.”
Something shifts in her, her body going taut. “Oh, I see. You own me, is that right?” She puts her palm against my forehead and pushes.
I let her, even though I want to fight and fasten my mouth to her pussy. “As you own me.” I look up at her.
“No I don’t!” she snaps. “You’ll be out there fucking other women. Hell, you probably already were. I saw that woman in your office. She was wearing flippin’ pajamas. Sexy little ones. I bet you–”
I groan and cover her mouth with my hand. “Please don’t talk about my sister that way.”
Her eyes widen, and she stops trying to talk against my palm. “That’s my sister, Carina. I called her back here from boarding school because of everything that’s going down. The closer she is, the safer I can keep her.” I pull my hand away.
“Your sister?” She swallows hard. “B-but the way you two were talking. And it seemed like you were …”
“Like we were familiar with each other?” I laugh and sit back on my haunches. “I suppose we are. She’s my bratty kid sister who managed to distract me from my work with a game of chess and fifty questions about you. She’s nosy. Always has been.” He rolls his eyes.
She’s quiet for a while, possibly digesting this news, then her face softens. “I love my sister, too. She’s everything I’m not.”
“Carina is the same for me. Kind, open, honest. She’s a good kid.”
“You’re not kind or honest?” she asks.
“Only to my family, only to the ones I love. The rest of the world? I will destroy whatever I must to keep you safe and happy, angel. You have to know that.” I take her hand and kiss her palm.
“How could I know that? We only just met! You didn’t even want to be married to me.” She smooths my shirt down, covering herself.
Though I want to pry her legs apart and feast on her–and I know she’d love it once I pressed my tongue against her wet flesh–she’s right. She doesn’t know me, not really. She’s a virgin mafia princess who’s never been with a man, and certainly not one like me. She needs more time to get to know me and my family.
So though it pains my heart and my balls, I stand and lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Let’s talk at breakfast, all right? You and Carina can meet, and we can all get to know each other. We’re family now.”