Page 41 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“No!” She reared back from him with a gasp, jerking her hand away from his lips like she got burned. And oh God, it did feellike he had burned her, with that impossibly warm sensation of his tongue touching her fingers—-

“You’ve kept your promise, and so I’ll keep mine.” The prince’s voice was still steady, but the look in his eyes belied it.

He was still looking at her like he wanted to eat her.

Why didn’t that revolt her the way Grant had?

Why?

The prince asked quietly, “Do you still wish to accompany me?”

His question...

Oh.

He had planned this all along, Fawn realized. He had asked her to do that, had deliberately done that to her, knowing that it could force her to push him away.

Well, he would learn not to underestimate her.

IT HAD BEEN FAWN’Splan to at leastpretendshe was mad with the prince throughout the entire meeting, but as soon as she joined the two men in the patio, her intentions were all but forgotten and she once again found herself worrying about the prince.

As the two continued to talk about Beatrice Crichton’s tormentor, it was becoming increasingly clear to her that the man they were up against was a vicious psychopath who thrived on inflicting pain. His billions and cunning might have enabledAbraxas Davos to conceal this side of him, but a spade was still a spade and once a psychopath, always a psychopath.

At one point, she noticed Jason Christakos glance at her curiously, and Fawn wished she could melt into the wall to escape his notice.

Oh, if only she wasn’t so worried about the prince!

She heard the prince murmur something in Greek, which had his friend raising a brow.

Fawn wondered uneasily what the prince had said. Hopefully it was nothing embarrassing.

Eventually, the conversation turned to Jason’s twin and his fiancée, which Fawn did her best not to look like she was eavesdropping on. When it became obvious that Jason had feelings for his twin’s fiancée but said woman had rejected him, Fawn quickly trained her gaze on the floor.

This. Was. So. Awkward.

She wondered if this was one of the reasons why the prince hadn’t wanted her to come.

When the meeting was over, she trailed behind the two friends as the prince walked Jason Christakos to the door.

All of a sudden, the blue-eyed Greek stopped walking and turned to her.

The prince said warningly, “Jason.”

“Give this man hell, will you?” he asked with a wicked smile. “It pisses me off that the Prince of Darkness’s the one giving me love advice when he iss who he is.”

“Umm...”

“Goddammit, Christakos.”

Fawn’s eyes widened. She knew the prince swore, of course, but he had never done so in such a manner in her presence.

“Also, make him wait. Make him suffer. And—-”

She said uncomfortably, “That’s not possible—-”

This time, the prince’s warning gaze moved to her.

“Why not?” Jason asked.

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