The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

said I wasn’t fit to be king because I was too much of a
playboy.”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and turned my face
toward the ocean, wishing the tide would rise and take me
with it.
I couldn’t even defend my father when it came to that. He
was the kind of man who shook hands with a boyfriend of
mine, came up with twenty reasons why he was no good for
me, and said it to his face. I couldn’t even imagine what he’d
say about the prince if I ever took him home—not that I
would. Not that I could.
“You’re not responsible for your father’s actions,” Elias
said beside me. My eyes popped open and I turned my face
toward him again. He had a serious expression on his alltoo-perfect
face. “People judge me for everything my father
says and does and that’s fine, I can’t convince them
otherwise, but I’ve learned to accept that we’re di erent
people and I’m not responsible for any of those things.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to make a great king,
Prince Elias.”
“Does that mean you’ll stick around to find out?” He
inched closer, his wine-infused breath tickling over mine.
“I don’t think I can.” My heart skipped, at odds with the
words I’d spoken.
“Why not?” He moved closer still, the tip of his nose
brushing against mine.
“Because then I’d have to witness everything that comes
along with you being king.”
“Like what?”
“Like you courting women and marrying a princess and
having children with her,” I whispered.
“Are you supposed to show all your cards on the first
date?” he asked, his tone soft, his mouth on the edge of my
lips. He kissed me there.