The Devious Husband (The Windsors, #6)

by Catharina Maura

“I’ll never want you,” she snaps. “Not in a million years.” I cup the back of her neck, my thumb brushing over her pulse point. “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.”

Xavier chuckles and leans in, his lips brushing over my ear. “How will you make it through the photos and the cake cutting, let alone our first dance? You’re a terrible actress, Mrs. Kingston.” My heart skips a beat at the way he addresses me. “What?” Xavier whispers, before sneakily pressing a kiss just below my ear. “Do you like the sound of that, Mrs. Kingston?” I place my hand against his chest, noting the way his heart is racing just as fast as mine as I rise to my tiptoes and brush my lips against his ear. “Not at all. If I look even remotely excited, it’s because I was planning how to kill you in your sleep. Do you have a preferred way to go? Poison, perhaps?” He laughs and grabs the back of my neck, his gaze heated. “I do, actually,” he says, pulling my body flush against his, a mere inch between our lips. “I’d love to suffocate between your thighs.”

“Don’t ever get hurt on my behalf,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then I suggest you handle me with care, Mrs. Kingston.”

Xavier’s eyes light up when he spots me walking in wearing one of his t-shirts, and he smirks. “Those look infinitely better on you than they do on me,” he remarks when I get into bed with him, his voice soft.

My wife collapses against me, breathless, and I smile to myself. Take that, Felix Osiris. Fictional asshole. How fucking dare he make my wife wet when he isn’t even real? Fucking prick.