Crown Prince's Bought Bride

Dio, this was getting out of hand.

‘So, are we good?’ she asked again.

‘No,’ he growled. ‘We’re late. And getting later by the second.’

She reached up to smooth back the wisp of hair that had escaped. When she dropped her arm she was the epitome of charm, poise and lethal temptation.

‘Then what are waiting for?’

‘This,’ he muttered.

Like a starving man, he curled his hand over her nape and tugged her close. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue delving between her lips as he attempted to slake his gutting hunger.

She froze against him for a single moment before her arms crept around his neck. Remi dragged her closer, slavish need sending him up in flames. When the weight of her firm breasts settled against his chest he groaned. His shaft thickened, his blood roiling as he tasted her deeply, heard her breathless whimper against his lips.

She was exquisite. Magnificent. And he wanted her more than he’d wanted anything for a long time.

They weren’t going to make the first act of the opera. Their host would be disappointed but he would understand—because Remi was the Crown Prince of Montegova, after all. He would send ahead his apologies.

In a minute.

After he’d taken the edge off this insane hunger.

* * *

Maddie was barely aware of being lifted off her feet and carried out of the living room. Her senses attempted to return when Remi set her down next to a wide divan in the private living room attached to his bedroom.

Drunk on lust, she watched him tug off his tie and toss it away. Her skin grew tight, her whole body trembling in the peculiar fever only this man evoked. She curled her fingers in the soft expensive cloth for support.

‘You know how phones work, Maddie. I expect you to pick up when I call. Understood?’

She blinked. ‘Yes. In the future I will. But I’ve already apologised. Are you going to keep bullying me about it?’

Yes, she risked infuriating him further, but she couldn’t seem to stop playing with fire where he was concerned. It wasn’t surprising, therefore, when he prowled towards her, every masculine inch of him streamlined with purpose.

‘I’ve never bullied anyone in my life. Whatever I’ve asked of you, you’ve given willingly, have you not? I don’t intend that to change...especially in respect of our future liaisons,’ he drawled.

She didn’t want to know about those. She really didn’t. ‘Whatever you think they are, keep them to yourself. Why are we in here?’ she asked breathlessly.

‘Are you sure you don’t know?’ he taunted softly, staring down at her with single-minded purpose that made her senses jump.

His hands wrapped around her upper arms, sending sensual shockwaves rippling to her very toes.

‘Remi, what are you doing?’ Her voice was a panting rush.

‘Seeing if I can free myself from this insanity,’ he said darkly.

‘What...what insanity?’

He didn’t answer. Not vocally. He plastered her body against his hard length, searing her mouth in a kiss that erased her every last thought.

Every warning she’d armed herself with withered and died. With a helpless moan she wrapped her arms around his neck, jerking onto her tiptoes so she wouldn’t miss a second of his kiss.

When he pushed her back onto the divan she went willingly, her senses on fire. He broke away abruptly, stared at her with eyes that glinted with a touch of bewilderment. Then he took her mouth again, kissing her with a wild, frenzied intensity as his hands roamed unapologetically over her body.

Maddie felt that same bewilderment flare through her, but it wasn’t enough to stop the freight train of her desire. For now, the whys didn’t matter. Especially not when he cupped her breast, moulded her yearning flesh for several teasing seconds before dragging his fingers over the tight peak.

She cried out, her own fingers digging beneath the lapels of his jacket to explore the tight muscles of his shoulders.