Page 61 of The Royal Art of Revenge

There’s a lump in my throat. But… I nod.

As if this will ensure he keeps his promise to marry me. As if us sharing something so intimate will mean it can’t be taken away from me.

They’re irrational thoughts. I know that. I know. But that doesn’t stop them from taking over.

I clutch the sheet and pull it towards me, partially covering my body. Finn sheds his remaining clothes, and my gaze drops to his erect cock. He bends down, blocking my view, and freezes.

When he stands again, he looks at me awkwardly. “I don’t… Shit. I didn’t bring anything. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

I smile from behind the sheet. Crap. We are vastly different people. “It’s okay. I am presumptuous, and I’ve been on the pill since we met.”

He runs his tongue over his lips, desperately trying not to smile. “You know, some people might think that’s a bit weird.”

“Are you one of them?”

“No. I’m the weird one who likes it.” He bends over me and kisses me, sliding his fingers between mine. He grips my hand tightly, sliding his tongue against mine, and I press my naked body up into his.

Thank God for that.

He pulls back before my chest gets tight again and positions himself between my legs, hands flat against my thighs. “If it hurts, tell me.”

I nod. “I will.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I reach forwards and take his hand the way he just did mine, lacing my fingers through his. “I want this, Finn.”

He takes a deep breath and urges my thighs open, then gently grasps his cock and presses the tip of it against my pussy. He rubs, gently, then inches it just inside me.

It stings.

I inhale sharply, and he freezes.

“Hattie?”

“It’s fine.” I squeeze his hand tightly. “Keep going.”

“Are you su—”

“Keep going!”

Concern darkens his eyes, and I focus on my breathing as he pushes a little further inside me. It’s different to fingers. Different to toys. It’s hot and hard and stingy, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as he goes deeper.

He grunts, pausing, and leans down over me. He kisses me softly, and the tenderness in his touch trickles over me, making me relax. I sink into the bed as he edges the rest of the way inside me and stills so I can adjust.

This is it.

We’re together.

We’re one.

More than anything else, now this man is—

“Mine,” Finn murmurs against my lips. “Now, you’re mine, Hattie.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – HATTIE

“My brother asked me to give you this.” Rafayel slides a purple folder across the table, eyeing me hesitantly.