Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

But I have to look on the bright side.

Girl will go blind before she stops looking at the bright side.

Divine-damned

I hate this word so bad

I should’ve busted his balls years ago, the saddle-riding snake.

Yes, you should have.

“But I could’ve gilded you,” I repeat. “Then you’d be a statue stuck right here on the stairwell, and I don’t think gold’s your color, Commander.” “I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite.”

Melt

“You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”

😏

He pulls away, or...he tries to. We both look down at my mess of ribbons wrapped around him, like they’ve decided to make him their own personal present.

I don’t blame them

Midas nods. “I’d actually like to speak with you.” I’d actually rather chew iron nails and shit them back out, but the life of a king isn’t easy. “Fine.”

I love Rip