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

“You love me.” It was the one thing I was still stuck on.
“A commoner.”
“There’s nothing common about you, Adeline.” He
brought his lips to mine and kissed me.
“Sir, public display of a ection,” Pierre said beside us.
“People are snapping photos.”
“Fuck tradition,” Elias said, bringing his lips to mine
again. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back
with every ounce of devotion I had for him.
My head was pounding. I groaned as I sat up and realized I
was in the underwear and bra I had on last night. Where was
I? I looked at the wall in front of me, covered in an enormous
television. It was a gray room and it smelled like . . . oh God.
“Feeling like shit, I bet,” Elias said from somewhere in
the room.
“Oh, my God.” I gasped, bringing a hand to my chest.
“You scared me.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember last night.”
I sat up in bed and looked over at where he was, putting a
shirt over his head. I wish he’d be taking it o instead. He
walked over to me, raking a hand through his wet hair, and
sat in front of me, the bed sinking with his weight.
“I remember everything except the part where we left the
bar and came home.”
“Oh, that was the fun part though.” He chuckled. “As
soon as we got here, you started undressing and demanded
sex.”
“What?” I squeaked. “In front of Pierre and Mayra?”
“And the four new security personnel we brought along,
yes.”