Gleam (The Plated Prisoner #3)

by Raven Kennedy

We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around our wicked truths, all so that we can get caught up in the bind and not have to face bare regrets.

“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.”

“How long have you two been married?” “Three months,” Manu chirps. “Three years,” Keon corrects with a roll of his eyes before he steals more food off his husband’s plate. “Ah, that’s right,” Manu says, plopping a grape in his mouth. “Time flies when you’re riding good c—” “Carriages,”

You’re not the villain in my story.” “I am,” he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. “But I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”

“Oh, I’m certain,” he replies. “I chose you the moment you called me a prick, and your ribbons tried to knock me on my ass.”