Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“To slander me? To make it untenable for me to become King when my mother retires soon? To make my country unstable and ripe for taking over? Glis, Urun, and Devoney do all border Luthane. It’s a tempting target with the right instability.”
She shook her head, pushing her fingers through her hair.
“I know this sounds crazy, but ask yourself what you believe. Look me in the eyes and tell me you honestly think I’m the kind of piece of shit that would do anything they’re saying I did.”
Her gaze met mine, and I could see the battle raging there behind her eyes.
“I— I don’t know what to think,” she whispered.
“Well, take this,” I pressed the box into her hand. “And then you can go think about it.”
She opened the box, and her jaw dropped at the sight of the silver key-fob with the word “Ferrari” etched down the side.
“A car? Are you seriously trying to buy me with—”
“Come with me,” I growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her after me as I whirled. Enough of this shit. Enough of fighting against shadows that were using lies to fight me.
I pulled her into the side garage, where I’d parked the car I’d bought her, and when we stumbled in front of it, her jaw dropped.
…Yeah, I’d had a feeling it might. Even if you didn’t know cars and didn’t know the this one was a five-of-its kind Ferrari special edition custom built, the car was sexy as fuck. With sleek, red curves and a custom chrome detailing, the thing was sex on wheels.
Perfect for her.
“I— I can’t accept this.”
“It’s just a present, Faith,” I shrugged. “Go for a drive with the top down and let your mind think. It’s what works for me whenever I need to.”
“Why should I believe you, hmm? About all of these stories about you? I mean why should I believe a single thing you—”
“Because I’m fuckng crazy about you, that’s why,” I snapped.
Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as I moved into her, pushing her back against the Ferrari.
“Because you’re my wife, and that fucking means something to me, even if we did it in a silly, crazy way,” I growled as I pulled her close and she gasped again, my lips inches from hers.
“It means I’m not going to let you walk away from me without a fight, Princess. Take the car. Go think, and when you figure out that I’m the one telling the truth here, I’ll be waiting for you.”
She smiled quietly, her lip caught between her teeth. “I— I want to believe you.”
“Then do. Because you know me, Faith. Because there’s never been another woman anywhere close to you. I attract tabloid headlines because my face on them sells copies.”
“Oh so you just stumble into all of those terrible situations?”
“Yes,” I growled, gripping her tighter. “I’m not going to lie to you and tell you I’m a saint, but I am not the hell raiser they say I am. I seek out adventure, yes. I like a little edge to things, but I’m not that guy.”
“So the pictures of you all over the internet at wild parties—”
“Some of my best friends are internationally touring punk rockers, Faith. It doesn’t mean I’m drowning in groupies, I just go to their parties to see my friends.”
I moved closer, pressing her into the car. Her breath caught, and her eyes darted across mine.
“Look into my eyes, angel,” I purred. “You know I’m telling the truth. Just like you know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
And then I kissed her. Just like that, pressing her against the car right there in the parking garage. I, Prince of Luthane, kissed my wife.
She started to shove me away for a second, but then her hands suddenly tightened on my shirt, gripping me and yanking me into her as she moaned into my mouth. I growled, pushing her into the side of the car and molding my body to hers. She gasped into my lips, rocking her hips against me as my hand slid down her side. My blood roared as my fingers traced over the edge of her jeans, teasing across her belly. She moaned wildly, and when I popped the button and kissed her deeply as I slid my hand under, she whimpered in pleasure.
My fingers slid past the edge to her panties, teasing over her soft little mound before she suddenly shook her head and pushed me back.
“No, Cole.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I know what you are.”
“You think you know what I am.”
“I know you’re filthy.”
“Maybe,” I growled, moving against her. “But only for you. And I think you love my filthy mouth on your sweet little pussy.”
My hand pushed back into her jeans, and this time, her hips raised into me. This time, she whimpered as my fingers slid under her wet little panties and teased down over her soft little cunt.