Page 197 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Fawn gasped when she realized what was happening, the way the prince’s bodyguards were forcing her to take the path that he had chosen. She glared at him over her shoulder, muttering, “Unfair!”

The prince’s broad shoulders moved in a shrug, saying silkily, “I’m the Prince of Darkness, aren’t I?”

In moments, he had her cornered between his body and a vacant passenger car of the Ferris wheel, the prince’s VIP status allowing them to cut in line. “Shall we?”

Trap herself with him while they were a hundred feet off the ground?

No way.

“I’m, umm, scared of heights—-”

The prince only smiled down at her. “Even better.” And then he was unceremoniously pushing her inside. The door was slammed shut behind him as the prince followed her, and a second later, the Ferris wheel had started to move, bringing the passenger car up while the one below them took on its next set of passengers.

“So...” The prince’s drawl called her attention back to him.

She said weakly, “Sorry?”

The prince stared at her.

“I’m so sorry...baby?” When dark color stained the prince’s cheeks, Fawn almost sighed in relief.

Oh, thank God the prince still liked hearing that.

“Who’s being fucking unfair now?” she heard the prince mutter, and she couldn’t help giggling.

“Oh, prince.” She reached for his hands impulsively.

The prince teased, “Are you going to propose to me?”

Thinking she should tease him back, she said quite seriously, “Yes—-”

“Dammit, Fawn!” The prince yanked his hands away as if her touch burned him. “You know we fucking agreed that’s my job—-” He broke off at the way her brown eyes laughed at him.

“I’m...kidding?” When his gaze narrowed at hers, she quickly added, “Baby?”

Silence.

And then a small sigh escaped him.

“I can’t fucking believe I’m as pussy whipped as the others.”

Her sweet, innocent laughter played out in the air like a beautiful melody, and he closed his eyes, savoring the sound.

“Come here, angel.”

She immediately moved to him, joining him on his side of the passenger car, and he scooped her onto his lap.

“I love you.” A part of him wondered if he was smothering her with his love, but a bigger part of him didn’t care. He just needed her to feel loved.

She snuggled closer to him. “I love you, too.” When she felt his lips graze the top of her head, she whispered, “I think it’s time.”

The prince tensed, and she knew he knew what she meant.

Looking up at him, she said softly, “It’s going to be okay now.” The scars had served their purpose, and it was time to let go of the past.

The prince sucked his breath, asking hoarsely, “Are you certain?”

“About what?”

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