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The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and all the memories made along the way. UNKNOWN
This possibly crazy, possible stalker, hopefully not a murderer is dressed in hunter-green board shorts and absolutely nothing else. His dirty-blond hair is mussed as if he ran his fingers through it too many times to count or maybe got smacked in the face with a book once. Ooopsie. And my God . . . his chest and arms look like they’ve been chiseled from stone.
“Come on, my little bee. Don’t make me eat alone.” I stand there, silently staring. His little bee?
She’s also my sister’s friend and an American, for fuck’s sake. So why does her skin feel like the sweetest sin I’ve ever touched?
She pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth, and I swear my cock weeps in my shorts. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” Fucking hell. I slide my hand to her face and pull her toward me. If I’m going to hell, I’m making sure we both enjoy ourselves before they open the gates.
“Look. It stopped raining, and there’s a rainbow . . . It’s beautiful.” “Yeah . . . it is.” She’ll never know I was looking at her, not the ocean.
I prefer hangovers from books, not booze. —Bellamy’s Secret Thoughts
She’s a gorgeous mess. And like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to her. Destruction be damned.
“Good to know, love. But the first time I fuck you won’t be because I offered you a job.”
“So yes, I have no doubt there are women who’d like to trade places with you. But I don’t want any of them. I didn’t invite them into my home. Just you.”
After a moment of hesitation, she places her hand in mine. “I don’t have anything to wear.” “You do. Everything you need has already been delivered to your room.” “How?” she questions as her brow furrows with adorable frown lines. “Wait. Don’t answer that. You didn’t have to do that, Rhys.” “I didn’t do it because I had to. I did it because I wanted to.” I guide her up the front steps and brush my lips over her ear. “Let me spoil you.”
She lifts her head and sighs. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet, Your Highness.” I catch her chin and hold it up. “You’re going to call me that on your knees one day, little bee.”
I can’t explain it, not to myself and certainly not to my brother. But something about my little bee settles me, and I’m not willing to give that up just yet.
My princess. My wife.
“Your body was made to be worshipped.” “Then worship me,” she commands like no one ever has or will again.
“I’ll give you what you need.” “Please,” she pants, grinding against me. The heat of her pussy is so fucking tempting. “I’ll give you everything you ever want, Bellamy. But your body . . .”—I slide my hand down and cup her sex—“your cunt, is mine. And I’m going to take my time with you.”
Thousands of people will come in and out of your life and mean nothing. But it’s the one you never saw coming who changes everything. —Bellamy’s Secret Thoughts
The right man will raise goosebumps on your soul. —Bellamy’s Secret Thoughts
She fits in my arms like she was always meant to be there. Like she was made for it.
“Before you nearly concussed me, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It was like you’d been placed right in front of me, making it impossible for me to miss the next big thing in my life. You took my breath away before you nearly knocked me out.”
but I swear to God, you in my clothes, even three sizes too big, is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
The world around us quiets when I finally claim her mouth the way I’ve wanted to every day since the first moment I laid my eyes on my wife.
There’s no ulterior motive. She doesn’t want anything from me. Not my title or what comes with being my queen. Just me. And whether she realizes it or not, she already owns me.
“You are a fucking vision.” “Make me yours, Rhys.”
“Come now, Bellamy,” my husband growls, and it’s the most sinfully sexy thing I’ve ever heard.
“Even across an ocean, you’ll still be mine. . .” I growl as my blood roars in my ears. “But will you be mine, Rhys?” The question tears a visceral reaction from me. “You’re fucking right, I’m yours. Now show me how you kneel for your king.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “And I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you on the island. I’m not going to let a law from centuries ago determine whether you’re fit to rule by my side.”
“What’s worth it?” “Isn’t it obvious, little bee? You . . . you’re worth it.”
Some girls watched Beauty and the Beast for the beast. I watched it for the library.
“You are my true north, love. You are my direction. My reason why.” I quickly blink away my tears as my breath catches in my throat. “Rhys . . .” “You are the love of my life, little bee. You. Not my country. Not my crown. You. I just want you.” “You have me, my king.” I bury my hands in his hair. “Now do with me what you want.”
“You are the most important thing in my life, little bee, and I’m going to fucking worship you . . .”
A king doesn’t protect his queen because she’s weak. He protects her because she is his.
