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

That made me look at him quickly. “Curiosity. Everyone
else does.”
“I don’t want to see you having sex with another man.”
His jaw was clenched as he spoke. “I’m going to make it go
away.”
“You can’t.” I smiled sadly. “Thank you for the o er
though.”
“I think you’re underestimating my power.”
“I think you’re overestimating it and forgetting what year
we’re in.”
“If you say so.” He picked up his champagne again and
got comfortable in his seat, leaning back a bit as he draped
an arm over the side and stretching his legs out. He looked
like a model without even trying.
“You know, saying things like that aren’t going to get you
points with me. I personally don’t like the idea of one person
having so much power.” I picked up my own glass and
sipped, shifting my body toward his as I crossed one leg over
the other and got comfortable as well.
“Which is why you moved to London, where the
monarchs are just there for pretenses.”
“They do a lot of good.”
He shrugged, but the smile on his face told me he was
biting his tongue. He looked sexy like that. When he looked
away, to the ocean in front of us, I continued watching him.
“What’s the best part of being a prince?” I asked after a
moment.
“The best part or the part I like most?”
“Is there a di erence?”
“I like helping people. I like being able to stand behind a
cause and know that others will follow.” He glanced at me,
lowering his glass. “The best part is the power.”
“But it’s not the part you enjoy most.”
“With power comes responsibility.”