Page 57 of The King's Fake Bride

I drag her earlobe between my teeth as she moans. “As I seem to recall, I am when we’re in the bedroom. You like it when I tell you what to do, Amy.”

When I stop thrusting, she rolls her hips again. “Please. Please let me come.”

I nip at her pulse, grinning against her soft, vanilla-scented skin when she jumps. “Then come for me.”

With each thrust of my fingers, I press my palm against her clit. She rocks her hips in time with the thrust, her wrist straining against my grip on her.

She coats my fingers with her arousal as she comes, soft whimpers filling the room as I step back and shove my shorts off.

I hover over her, but she hooks a leg around my waist, flipping us over.

She positions herself over my cock, but instead of sinking down on me, she rakes her nails down my chest. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I’m always going to fight dirty when it comes to you. Now, be a good girl and ride me until you can’t move.”

My fingers sink into the flesh at her hips, pulling her down on me as she arches her back.

She leans closer to me, peppering kisses over my chest before kissing the hollow beneath my ear. I groan, using my grip on her hips to rock her faster.

My cock throbs as her tight core wraps around it, squeezing me until I feel like I’m going to burst.

Grabbing her hair, I pull her head back, keeping her back arched as I set the pace from below, needing to feel her pulsing around me as I finish.

As I bury myself deeper into her, I stiffen and she cries out, nails digging into my chest as she comes again, coating me with her arousal.

It’s enough to send me over the edge of my own release, slowing my thrusts as she rolls her hips, her body slumping against mine.

She props herself up on my chest, that cocky smile that has me falling deeper for her on her face. “Was that everything?”

I chuckle and roll us over, already kissing my way down her body. “You haven’t seen anything yet. You’re never going to leave this bed again by the time I’m done with you.”

Amy’s soft snores fill the room as the sun creeps through the opening in the white curtains. I haul myself out of bed before she can wake up, grabbing my shorts and heading into the hall.

Things are better if we keep a distance between us.

Even if my entire body is screaming at me to go back in there and stay beside her until she wakes up.

In the end, I know I’m only going to let her down.

CHAPTER 20

AMY

Two mornings in a row, I’ve woken up to an empty bed, the sheets cold and the door between the bedroom and the sitting room shut.

The door was open last night when we went to sleep. Xander’s arm was around my waist, and everything felt like it was going to be all right. I was sure that this time when I woke up in the morning, he was going to be there.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt keeps biting me. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to admit to myself that this is who he is and this is who he’s always going to be.

I was an idiot for thinking that Xander would stay with me the night before our wedding.

Sighing, I toss back the sheets and get out of bed, stepping out on the balcony to look down at the cliff below.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes. Even though I knew two days wouldn’t change the way he feels about me, it still hurts to know that even if there is something there, he’s not going to let himself feel it.

Xander is holding something back from me, and the romantic in me wants to believe that maybe he does have feelings for me. They may not be love, but they could be adjacent to it. Something that we could build on in the coming months.

Maybe I should’ve told him that we need to call the whole thing off.

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