King of Greed (Kings of Sin, #3)

by Ana Huang

That was the irony of life. People always reminisced about the good old days, but we never appreciated living in those days until they were gone.

Some journeys were meant to be taken alone.

Some wanted the myth and legend of Dominic Davenport; I wanted the man.

“Which one do you like better?” She held up two scarves. “I can’t decide.”

I stared at them. They looked exactly the same.

“That one.” I gestured at the one ...

“Perfect. Thanks.” She bought the one...

“Why are you la...

“No reason.” I knew she’d choose the left one. When it came to shopping, she always went with the option I discarded. I suspected she didn’t trust my taste in women’s fashion, and I...

“You matter,” I said. “Always.”

She was the only person who’d ever truly mattered. Even if she didn’t love me anymore, even if all my efforts to win her back failed, she would always be the sun anchoring my universe.

“You look like a drowned rat.”

“I know,” she said when she caught me staring. “You’re not the only one who looks like a drowned rat.”

“That’s not what I was thinking.”

“Then what were you t...

“I was thinking…” My hand lowered and lingered by her cheek. “That you’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Some kisses were a product of passion. Others were an outpouring of emotion. But this one? This one was a fucking revelation. Because when Alessandra angled her chin up and kissed me back, I finally understood, if only for a moment in time, what true contentment felt like. No yearning, no chasing, no worries. Just her and us. It was all I needed.

I’d kissed my ex-husband. I’d kissed my ex-husband and liked it. What the hell was wrong with me?

Actions spoke louder than words, and in that moment, I didn’t care about the things he’d done or hadn’t done during our marriage. I simply leaned into him, breathed in the comfort of his familiar scent, and let him hold me together.

“Be honest. Where are you supposed to be right now?”

I’d received invitations to two charity galas, a private museum exhibit, and a dinner party at the Singhs’ townhouse for that night. I’d declined all of them.

“Nowhere,” I said. “I’m exactly where ...

Sometimes, the only way to cross the highest mountain was to climb it.

“You broke my heart, and you weren’t even there to witness it.”

“There are probably hundreds of men who’d line up for the chance to be with you. I only ask that you let me be one of them.”

But I broke her heart once, and I’d let her break my heart a thousand times in return if it meant that one day, she found her way back to me.

“There’s nothing like the holidays in New York.”

“It’s a terrible season,” Sloane said. “The Christmas music. The cheesy movies. The reindeer sweaters. God, the sweaters. They make me want to die.”

“You’ve watched every single one of those cheesy movies,” I pointed out. “You must ...

“Sometimes, you have to endure the awful to appreciate the mediocre, which a major...

Isabella, Vivian, and I exchanged amused glances. It was a not-so-secret ongoing joke between us that Sloane single-handedly kept the romantic comedy industry alive. For someone who allegedly despised rom-coms, she was c...

“Viv?”

“You’ve been drinking water all night. Live a little!”

“I’d love to, but ...

“Not for seven more...

“Are you…”

“I’m pregnant,”

“Do you know the gender yet?” “What baby names are you thinking of?” “Can I be the godmother?” “Holy shit, you’re pregnant!”

Our first date. December 21,

I’ll always think of you on this day.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Ále.”

“I would destroy the world if it would please you. I would ruin every man who thought he could have you.”

“Fuck me like you mean that, Dom.”

“Look at this sweet pussy,” he murmured. “It’s fucking dripping for me, amor.”

“Do you think I could live without the taste of you on my tongue? Without the sound of your whimpers in my ear as you take my cock?”

“Can you?”

“I could die in this pussy, Ále. I could die right now, knowing that you are mine.”

“Well,”

“This is awkward.”

“Don’t stop now,”