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

tank top to match. He left o , wearing gray cotton joggers
and a black T-shirt that clung to his muscled torso. He got in
bed dressed. I met him halfway and put my arm around him
as he put his around me.
“Everything is going to be okay,” I whispered as he
brought his face to the crook of my neck.
“How do you know?” His breath tickled and I pulled away
to look him in the eyes, even though it was too dark to see
much.
“I don’t, but I have the utmost trust in you.”
“How could you? After everything.”
“After what?” I brought a hand up and brushed his hair
away from his forehead. “I knew what I was getting myself
into. I chose you anyway.”
“Adeline.” He shut his eyes with a sigh. “What I would
give for things to be di erent. To be a normal citizen and be
able to have you.”
“You have me now.”
“I want you always.” He opened his eyes again. “That’s
the problem. And I don’t want to be a bastard and suggest
something that others have done before me and I always
promised I wouldn’t do when I got married, but now I
understand them. I understand their need to have a mistress.
The one they loved, while married to the one they were
obligated to.”
I felt my heart stop. I’d heard the rumors about his father
and all the kings before him. I’d heard rumors about so
many of them, but had never heard the word love, and it was
the thing I fixated on.
“King George IV got married in secret,” he said, pushing
his leg between mine so there wasn’t a part of us not
touching.
“And then he married another publicly. I know the story.
It ended poorly for everyone involved.”