Page 10 of Endangering the King

He wanted a response from me and was trying to coax one out.

“Okay, Stefan,” I said before I truly even realized what I was saying.

He moved back and looked into my eyes. “Really?” he asked, his voice holding a load of unbelief in it.

“Yes,” was all I said, and I watched the look of pure joy cross his over his handsome face.

And it made me happy.

My words were lies.

And I knew it.

But I’d be long gone before he could ever try holding me to my promises.

And right now—I didn’t want to break the flawless, glorious bubble we were both inside of.

No.

I wanted to carry this memory with me forever.

Me.

Making Stefan smile.

Like—that.

He sighed and took my lips in a devastatingly passionate kiss. When he finally let go, he said, “Now I have to fuck you again.”

I trailed my fingers over his back and nodded. “We should practice for the main event.” I got tingles all over my skin just thinking about making a baby with Stefan.

That baby would be so wanted. And so loved.

That fictional baby.

Because I wouldn’t be around to actually make that baby with him.

Still, I allowed myself to dream.

Pretend I lived in a perfect world where girls like me got to have happily ever afters.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathed against my lips.

I grinned and said, “I love you, too, honey. Now shut up and fuck me.”

Stefan chuckled.

And then he fucked me.

Shortly after that, we both came again—and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Dreaming about a baby that would never be.

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Giselle

Stefan and I arrived back home—well, at Carlo’s castle—after supper.

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