My Dark Prince (Dark Prince Road, #3)

by Parker S. Huntington

But in this tiny room, in a city I called home without ever knowing, surrounded by pictures I never took, he shined a spotlight on me.

“You wanted a normal childhood, and I’m fucking furious your parents were too selfish to give it to you.

But I promise that if you give me a chance, I won’t blow it. I’ll give our children love.

They’ll have birthday cakes, and ugly Christmas sweaters, and a stable childhood in one pla...

There will be fights, and sleepless nights, and days rolling on hills, and family picnics, ...

And we will do all of it ...

He sucked in a ragged breath. “Just give me a chance, and I won’t screw it up again.”

“It’s not for you to decide whether you’re forgiven. It’s for him. Forgiveness belongs to the wounded, not the one who caused the wound.”

“I didn’t believe I deserved you, Cuddlebug. It’s never been about whether I love you enough.

It’s that I love you too much. Nothing I could offer you would ever be enough. You deserve everything, and I had none of it, especially with everything life laid on me.

I wanted more for you than…we...

“In fact, even now, I still don’t believe I deserve you.

The difference is that I’ve grown up. I realize now that just being here matters most.

Waking up and doing my best for you every morning, because I lov...

“You were all I could ever think of. Even now. All these years later. For the longest time, I thought of you as a shadow following me.

But you’re not the shadow. I am. You are the living, breathing organism inside of me. I’m just here for the ride.”

“Unloving you was impossible. As unnatural as trying not to breathe.”

“You’re so damn pink,”

“So fucking beautiful. I’m about to come in my pants just eating you out.”

“Can’t do it without kissing every inch of you first.”

“You asked for this. This can’t count as the winning fuck I got from making you orgasm with your bikini on,” he warned.

“You look beautiful on your knees for me.”

“Just remember you are the most precious woman in my life.”

“Because I’m about to treat you like a dirty whore.”

“Your face is exquisite,”

He awarded my sassiness by yanking my hair, extending my neck, and forcing me to look at him.

“You’ve been exceptionally mouthy ever since you barreled your way back into my life.”

“Running your mouth a mile a minute, trying to get a rise out of me whenever possible.”

“You better hold onto my ass, sweetheart.”

“Because I’m about to fuck your mouth so hard you’ll thank me for leaving your teeth intact.”

This was the hedonistic, fuck-you Oliver I’d gotten to kn...

“Rub your pussy against my leg,

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

It took me a second to register my surroundings. He’d set up the room honeymoon-style.

“God, you are beautiful.”

“I don’t think my cock can take fucking you.”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Oliver panted, kissing my face again and again.

My girl.

I wanted to hear her praise, see her smile, and bask in the glow of her approval. Fucking sue me.

Jealousy cloyed at my throat, gripping me in a chokehold. They shared an entire language between them, secrets and conversations I’d been left out of.

Sebastian had made progress for the first time in years. He’d accepted someone, enjoyed their company, and connected.

But I didn’t love that he’d asked her to keep their hangouts a secret—and I had no doubt the order had come from him. That fucker was born to piss me off.

Sebastian was capable of happiness. He was capable of being human again.

The love of my life was healing my brother.

If she left…I drove my fist into my desk, chipping the heavy wood and splitting open my own knuckles.

This time, she would not go anywhere.

“And just with them. I want the unfiltered version any other time.”

The only reason it hasn’t happened yet is because I didn’t want to share you with anyone else.”

“Just got better at pretending my obsession for you is under control to avoid being institutionalized.”

“Sweetheart?”