Page 131 of The Royal Art of Revenge

“Well,” she mutters back, rubbing her thumb against my neck. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“No. You’ve done enough today. You need to rest.” I catch her hand and press a kiss to her palm, letting my lips linger there for a moment. “Especially after what I just did to you.”

“I liked it.”

I stare at her.

Her lips quirk to one side. “I wanted it, Finn. I liked it. It felt good.”

“Oh, so now you find your words?” I raise my eyebrows, letting a small smile creep onto my face so she knows I’m teasing her. “What, did I fuck them out of you earlier?”

She grins. “Pretty much.”

My cock twitches at that, and I groan, pressing my face into her hair. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”

“Not yet.” She rakes her nails through my hair, making me shiver. “Wait until after you marry me, would you?”

“Oh, yes, I forgot the most important part of your plan. Using me for my crown.” I nip at the side of her throat, and she giggles, squirming away.

“Well… It was just your crown before. Now I find you useful in more ways than one.”

I pull back, grinning at her. “I knew my crown drew you in, but who knew it would be my cock that won you over?”

“Who mentioned your cock?” She leans up to kiss me and drags my lower lip between her teeth, and the simple action sends another round of desire to that very body part. “I was thinking about your mouth.”

“Mm.” I capture her mouth with mine, giving her the same treatment she just gave me. She whimpers, and my fingers clench, digging into her. “Come on,” I say before I get too carried away. “I’ll run a bath, and you can relax in it.”

“Are you getting in with me?”

I blink, staring at her.

She simply returns my gaze, fluttering her eyelashes over those irresistible green eyes of hers. “What? It’s a fair question.”

I groan and drop my head back. “I’m not just saying it. You really are going to kill me.”

***

The Sinclair mansion might as well be in Antarctica for all the warmth it gives off.

The pathways of the gardens are all illuminated, but they could be nothing but leafless, dead sticks for all I care. There’s nothing welcoming about this place, no matter how much light creeps through the windows or how many flowering plants crawl their way up the brick walls.

I’ve never paid it much attention.

I’ve never needed to.

But now… my life begins and ends with the woman who despises this place and almost everyone inside it, and because of that, I’m here to deliver a little warning.

One that even the bastard that is William Sinclair will understand.

I knock three times at the front door. A long moment passes before one of them swings open and Marina appears, quickly taking a step back with a gasp.

As if she didn’t know I was coming.

I fight back my smile when she bows and stutters out a loud, “Y-Your Royal Highness!”

The woman can act; that’s for sure.

I’d tell Alec he did well when he chose her if I was inclined to compliment him in the slightest.