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but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century. Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.
“Mr. Larsen, I do believe we’re having a civil conversation.” “Are we? Someone check the weather in hell,” I deadpanned.
“How’s the book?”
“Riveting.”
“Sure seems that way.”
“By the way, Princess, the book is upside down.”
Alex Volkov had always been a little fucked up in an I might murder you if I’m in a bad mood kind of way.
“You’re joking.”
“I don’t joke about safety.”
“This is a bulletproof vest.”
“I’m aware. I bou...
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“Mr. Larsen, please explain why I need a bulletproof vest. Where am I supposed to wear it? Clas...
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“To protect you against bullets, and sure. ...
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I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.
“I suggest you stop lookin’ at me like that, Princess,” I said, my voice lethally soft. “Unless you plan on doing something about it.”
“Perhaps…” Rhys’s touch skimmed down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder. I shivered, my skin blossoming with a thousand more goose bumps. “I was always meant to find my way to you.”
Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself in her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would. Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and grasped her chin with my hand. “But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”
“Trust me, Princess. I would rather end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurt you.”
“I love it when you dance. But only with me.”
“You don’t dance.”
“Only wit...
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“Careful, Mr. Larsen, or I’ll think you act...
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“Baby, we’re way beyo...
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Baby, we’re way beyond like.
Never trust a Christian Harper bearing gifts. That should be everyone’s motto in life.
I dialed the number. He answered on the first ring. “I’m calling in my favor.” I skipped the greeting and got straight to the point. If anyone appreciated efficiency, it was him. “I was expecting your call.” I could practically see Alex Volkov’s smile over the phone, icy and humorless. “What can I do for you, Your Highness?”
“He’s totally whipped. Watch.” She raised her voice to a panicked level. “Oh my God! Ava, are you bleeding?” Alex’s head snapped up. Less than five seconds later, he ended his call and crossed the room to a confused-looking Ava, whose hand froze halfway to the scones on the table. “I’m fine,” Ava said as Alex searched her for injuries. She glared at Jules. “What did I just say?” “I can’t help it.” Jules’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s so much fun. It’s like playing with a windup toy.” “Until the toy comes alive and kills you,” Stella murmured loud enough for everyone to hear.
“How…why…” “Let me figure out the how. As for the why…” I pressed her tighter to me. “I’m not leaving you. If you’re in Eldorra, I’m in Eldorra. If you’re in Antarctica, the Sahara, or the middle of the fucking ocean, I’m there. I’m as much yours as you are mine, Princess, and a law isn’t keeping me away. I don’t care what a piece of paper says. I’ll burn down the entire fucking Parliament if I have to.”
Bridget felt better than heaven. She felt like home.
