Page 91 of Coerced Queen

“Just tell me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to hear it from someone else.”

A smile softens her face.“I’m sorry.I didn’t think about it like that.If someone propositions me in the future, I’ll tell you.”

“Good.”I kiss her again just because I can.And again.“But I’m still going to burn the flowers.”

Her smile turns coy.“That will be a sad waste.How about donating it to the hospital instead?Some patients have no one to bring them flowers.”

“I’ll consider it,” I say, slipping my hand from her middle to cup her tight ass.

She bites her lip.

“What,tesoro?”

“Does that mean you’re not going to cheat on me either?”she asks with a hesitant light in her whisky-colored eyes.

“Cheating is a hard no for me.”

Her expression saddens.“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.I know it’s a painful subject for you.”

“This isn’t about my ex.This is about you and me.”I squeeze her ass.“Got that?”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods.

“I told you once we’re exclusive.”I drop the cane on the sofa so that I can catch her chin between my fingers and tilt her head for her gaze to meet mine.“That hasn’t changed.It will never change.Do you remember what I said about touching another man?”

Her throat ripples as she swallows.She manages another nod in my hold.

I continue in a dark tone.“If Bennett touched you, he’s dead.I can promise you it will be slow and painful.”

“He didn’t,” she says quickly.“He was actually very professional about the setup.A female guard patted Livy and me down in the ladies’ room.”

“He’s a very fucking lucky man.”

She grins.“He’s five million unluckier.”

I’m proud of this woman, but I also admire the hell out of her.“You’re devious, know that?”

“Me?”She bats her eyelashes.“I thought I was your good girl.”

“Fucking dangerous,” I say, fixing my gaze on her luscious lips.

My blood heats with something other than possession, pride, and admiration, something that makes my cock strain in my pants.

She gasps, no doubt feeling the steel-hard rod that grows against her stomach.

I like that her reaction is always so innocent, as if I’m not constantly hard around her and as if my arousal surprises her.

I go into that mode that makes me more predator than man, an animalistic instinct demanding that she submits to me.

Holding up a finger, I give her a warning.“Stay.”

Apprehension washes over her features, but from the way her breathing quickens, there’s also anticipation in the mix.

That’s right, beautiful.

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