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

me, I would have probably been drooling over him the entire
time. He was the kind of man that was exactly everyone’s
type. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair that he seemed to just
let do its own thing, and its own thing was a perpetual state
of sex hair. His lips were full, his teeth were blindingly white
and straight, and his eyes were the darkest shade of green.
His jaw was square and gave him an appearance of a man
that was always serious. He was absolutely every bit of the
prince I’d always dreamed would whisk me away.
Except, in reality, he was everything I’d always told
myself I would never fall for, because in spite of all of his
good looks, he was downright mean. And if there was one
thing I didn’t like, it was mean people. I didn’t care that
Pierre had a di erent experience with him. I didn’t care that
the very first time I met him, he was completely dreamy and
kind and treated me like I was special in his bed.
“Don’t you have a party to get to?” I asked and bit my
bottom lip as he turned to face me, those dark eyes drinking
me in slowly.
“It looks good on you.”
“Thanks.” It wasn’t like I’d been expecting him to give
me a great compliment, but it looks good on you in that tone
was the equivalent to you should change.
“It looks like you had a nice upbringing,” he said.
“I can’t complain.”
“Monsieur Bouchard’s daughter.” He said it casually, but
I could tell he was ticked by it from the way his expression
was set.
“That’s me.”
“You don’t sound as thrilled as I imagined someone in
your position to be.”
“That’s funny coming from you.”