Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Samira—”
I reach for him before I lose my nerve, unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, and oh, my stars...
Will I ever get used to the sheer length of him?
Or the size of him?
I don’t even know...
I can’t picture it fitting...
But because I also know there’s only one way to find out, well—
Mmph.
My eyes automatically drift close at the same time my lips close around him. I have no idea if I’m doing things right, but I think I am, if the sounds he’s making are any clue, and the way he’s gripping my hair so tightly, and he’s started directing the movements of my head.
I can barely breathe as the pace picks up, but I don’t care. I really don’t. All I want is to make him happy because that makes me happy, and the way his big, strong thighs are trembling—it makes my own body tremble and my senses reel. I can’t believe I’m affecting him this way, and I just...I just...oh, please, please, I just want him to—
“Samira!”
A powerful shudder rocks his big, hard body as he grits my name out, and then he’s coming inside of my mouth, and his essence is both nothing and everything I expected, pouring down my throat so, so fast that I almost choke. Almost. But I manage to swallow every drop, and when he pulls me up, the look on my king’s gorgeous face...
Oh, Hexius, my love.
He’s completely undone, and the way he’s staring at me—
Oh, please, please, please.
Am I allowed to think that he’s started falling in love with me, too?
THE DAYS EVENTUALLY turn into a week, and this time, oh this time, I think I finally have the courage to tell my mate that I’m in love with him.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like throwing up, but at the same time, it also makes my heart flutter with wild hope. I guess this is what it means to be crazy in love?
I’ve just stepped out of the shower when I see him in our suite, but the smile on my lips falter at the look on his handsome face, and my stomach starts cramping out of the blue.
“Is...is something wrong?”
I ask this even though I already know.
“Is it the treaty—”
Even though I don’t want to face it, and a part of me desperately wants to stay blind—
“The treaty has been signed.”
A part of me already knows the truth, and all I can do is swallow hard as I look into the eyes of the man I love, but all he does is gaze back at me like he never knew me. “Then...what’s wrong? I d-don’t under—”
“This is about you and me.”
I know the truth is always meant to set us free.
“I’ve changed my mind about marrying you.”
But why, oh why does it have to hurt so, so much?
Chapter Thirteen
HEXIUS WAITED FOR HER to speak. To defend herself. To show some sign of the manipulation he was certain existed.
But all she did was stare at him like he’d destroyed her world.
And for one second—just one—he wanted to take it back. Wanted to cross the room and pull her into his arms and tell her it was fear speaking, pride speaking, anything but truth.
Then he remembered.
She’d heard everything. Every desperate thought. Every moment he’d been weak. And she’d said nothing.
Damn her.
His jaw clenched. “Did you really think a woman like you is a match for someone like me?”
She might have had the advantage of reading his mind, but he had been fighting and winning wars for years.
Samira slowly shook her head. “I...I...”
“Whatever you think you know about me—”
“I don’t—I don’t understand—” Her voice had started to wobble, and so he had to remind himself that this was all an act.
“I’ve had enough of you.”
The words were meant to destroy her.
And so it did.
He saw it in the way she stumbled back.
Saw it in the way the light in her eyes died.
This was exactly what he wanted.
So why, dammit?
Why did he suddenly feel like he had made the worst mistake in his life?
“I’m s-sorry.” Her words came out stilted.
“Do you really think I’d believe that,” he gritted out, “considering how long you’ve been reading my thoughts?”
Her face paled at his words, but seeing this didn’t give him the pleasure he thought it would.
“Y-You know?”
“Yes, damn you,” Hexius couldn’t stop himself from snarling. “I had to find out for myself because you didn’t fucking tell me the truth!”
Tears started falling down her cheeks, but this...this gave him no pleasure either.
“I’m s-sorry—”
“Stop fucking saying you’re sorry when your actions say otherwise!”
Samira started backing away, but no fucking way was he going to let her go without extracting his pound of flesh.
“Did you have fun leading me around?” Hexius demanded as he stalked toward her, and Samira let out a gasp of fear as her back hit the wall. “Did you think you were so fucking smart—”