Page 72 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

He knew it. She wouldn’t be able to shut up. She never had been able to, so why did he even think this time would be different?

“I’m sleeping.”

“I just want to say—-”

“Don’t say it.”

“—-thank you for being so nice.”

Dammit.He could feel color staining his cheeks at the sweet sincerity in her voice, and his balls started to ache at the need to have that sweetness surround his cock. Glaring at her in the dark as the need for revenge filled him, he said darkly, “Thank me with your body tomorrow.”

Fawn gasped.

“Make sure you scream really hard while you’re at it.”

Another gasp.

“And while we’re at it, I also want you to say,I want your conanaevery time I thrust—-”

“Oh my God, I’m going to sleep.” She flipped to the other side, turning her back on the prince, and grabbed the ends of her pillow to cover both her ears.

But the prince wasn’t finished. “Yes, you should have as much sleep as you can since I won’t let you sleep a wink tomorrow night. I’m going to explore every inch of your pussy, and you’re going to suck my conana—-”

“LA, LA, LA!” She sang off tune to drown the sound of his words.

The prince laughed. “Good night,parthena mou.”

“You’re evil,” Fawn mumbled. “Everyone in this stupid house is evil.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Evil.”

But a minute later, and the prince actually heard Fawn start to...snore.

Unbelievable.

He rose up to a sitting position, wanting to know if she was just faking it, but one look at her face told him that she had really fallen asleep.

Unbelievable.

It was their first fucking night to share a bed, and while his cock felt like it was about to burst out of his pants any moment, Fawn had fallen asleep like a baby.

The prince slowly shook his head.Unbelievable.And yet, he was more amused than angry.

He looked down at her hand, which still clasped his even in her slumber, and his smile faded.

Fawn.

She really was here with him.

But was it the right thing to do?

His phone vibrated against the bedside table, interrupting his thoughts and forcing the prince to carefully pull his fingers out of Fawn’s hold. Taking the phone off the table, he stepped out to the balcony to avoid disturbing her sleep.

“What is it?”

Noah reported his findings. “It’s not yet a hundred percent confirmed, sir, but we’ve enough reason to believe Davos has offered a bounty for anyone who can kidnap Beatrice Crichton.” Noah’s voice became grim. “Dead or alive.”

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