The Devious Husband (The Windsors, #6)

by Catharina Maura

“I was going to say that it’s almost like he misses you.

“I’m not sure cute is the right word to describe my kitten,” he says, laughing with far too much glee for a man who found all of his favorite toys damaged this morning. “Fierce, perhaps. Beautiful, for sure.”

She pauses and looks over her shoulder when she notices I haven’t moved, and I smile, realizing that I’m just as completely and utterly fucked as I’ve ever been when it comes to her.

She doesn’t even need to say anything for me to follow her, and she has absolutely no idea how much power she holds over me.

“Oh yeah?” I murmur, my voice huskier than I’d intended. Sierra gasps when I grab her ankle and turn my face to bite her leg. “W-what are you doing?” “What do you think? You presented me with a snack, so I’m taking a bite.”

“Aw,” he says. “Is my little kitten angry? You’re so adorable when you glare at me like that.”

“Then I’ll wait a million years and a day, Kitten. I’ll wait forever if I need to, so long as you understand that you’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

“Fuck every goddamn misconception you insist on having, and listen to me. I will never, ever, cheat on you. I am yours, and yours only, Sierra, whether you like it or not.”

I’ll place her happiness above mine, always, no matter what.

In what world does someone like me get to marry Sierra Windsor?

“Put away those claws, Kitten,” I murmur, teasing her. “You don’t want to accidentally damage your new toy, do you?”

It’s crazy to think that this beautiful woman is about to become mine.

“Put me down,” she says, her voice filled with the same venom I’ve gotten used to. “I don’t want to.” “Xavier, I swear, I’ll bite you,” she warns, shifting in my arms to brush her lips over my neck. I swallow down a needy moan at the feel of her lips on such a sensitive part of my throat. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kitten.”

“Don’t ever, for even a single second, think I don’t care about you, Sierra. You’re always on my mind. Always.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “You, if I’m lucky.”