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

thoughts swaying, the warmth in my veins comforting. I felt
great. Better than great.
“I guess you really haven’t thought about it at all,” I said,
after a moment. “Marriage, I mean. Does that mean you’re
going to let your mother pick a bride for you?”
“If it comes to that.” He glanced at me. His face was
incredibly close to mine. “I don’t expect you to understand.
You have the freedom to do what you want. You choose who
you go on dates with, who you’re surrounded by, who you
marry. I grew up with the world at my fingertips but no
freedom to make my own choices. Everything from what I
wore to who I became friends with was meticulously planned
out for me. Even if I was interested in a woman, she had to
be on the list of approval.” He shot me a pointed look. “All of
the women who surround me, with the exception of my
sister, want me because I’m the future king, because they
see power, and sure, maybe they find me attractive, but the
power is what attracts them most.”
“That’s really sad,” I whispered. “I’ve never really
thought about it like that.”
“Most people don’t. They see us in our ivory castles and
think we live wonderfully perfect lives.”
“Would you give it up?”
“No.” He sco ed, shaking his head and looking at the
ocean. “I wouldn’t know what to do if I gave it up. I was
groomed for this role.”
“What would you change?”
“This is starting to sound like an interview.” He smiled as
he met my gaze.
“A first date is an interview.” I raised an eyebrow. “Not
that I expect you to know that.”
“Ah. In that case, I’ll need to ask more questions.”
“After you answer that one.” I smiled. He chuckled. I
pushed him softly with the side of my right arm. “Come on,