Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗
- Author: Seerat Kaur
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My breath gets caught in my throat. Last night was still excruciating. How could he live with it? A calm smile on his face. He also forced me to pose for cameras when the media and many photographs followed us to our hotel. He ruined my vacation. People were first just staring at me, wondering what the king's bride is doing here? Why is she alone? I don't care. All I cared about was myself, my happiness.
' I don't mind fading into the background. I'd love to fade and enjoy my privacy. Until he invaded it and now he ruined it. When he led me to the Royal Suite, which I refused. '
I wanted to hoard peace for me, away from these flashes of cameras, and them throwing thousands of questions at me. I didn't want any emotional entanglements, but his look, the way of his holding, he was still drawing me to his side, his grip tight on my waist. My dirty thoughts never left me for a second.
' Yakk! I'm imagining myself in his arms instead of Kristen last night from our wedding night. '
A tremor ran down my spine. His head snapped at me. I didn't want him to think I was scared. I couldn't ignore that my inside yearned for him to make me feel special.
' S***! What am I expecting? He must haven't done anything last night. He wouldn't have thought to touch another woman on our wedding night if it weren't an arranged marriage. That touch belongs to me. '
I shook my head. I wasn't acting myself. I wasn't this.
' What has he done to me in just one day? '
The elevator dinged. I dragged my attention to the sight. There was no staff from the hotel, only two macular, tall guards in black suits.
We stepped into the lounge. And I hear the click of the door behind me. My head jerked back.
He didn't crack a smirk this time. His gaze was hard and he looked angry. I wounded him.
Before I could think and give myself the opportunity to escape. He used his long strides, his gaze didn't move away from me. What I did, sending his pictures to his parents and mine, was an insult and a jab.
He grasped my arms and pushed me back. My eyes dilated in shock. I landed softly. He pinned me to the couch. I was startled. He leaned forward, trying to close the distance.
He gripped my wrists in one large hand and pinned me with his second hand on my lower belly. Whatever color had risen to my cheeks thinking about Intimating with him must have drained out of me
His gaze turned ice cold and he glared at me, "How dare you do all this to me?" My eyes dilated when his hand pressed tightly around my wrist. It was his anger.
I let out a slow breath. Nothing to panic about. I wasn't moving beneath him. It was useless when I was aware that he was stronger. I would just end up hurt if I would try.
' Being his wife is too dangerous. People are mostly looking for an opportunity to vilify you. I couldn't neglect the headline I read passing through Telshop. What's the Royal CEO'S wife doing alone in beautiful Paris?'
I wanted to accost someone and elaborate that it was f***** wrong. Guess what! His Royal Family wouldn't approve of this language either.
His piercing look felt like a barbed hook that dug into me. I wiggled to get free. He put his weight on me. My lips parted in shock when his gr**n pressed on my stomach.
"What are you doing? Get off of me. I'm not one of them who'll kiss your royal a**," My voice echoed in the room.
His cold smirk turned again as he inclined his face closer. He licked my lips. I shivered. He felt it. His smirk deepened.
"You may be incredibly sexy. But I don't want this," I wanted to smack my head saying it out loud.
His laugh echoed in the lounge. He stayed so close to me, "You must be wet for me. Should I check?" He huskily said, still holding his smirk.
My heart began to race. He was s**ier than sin. But I didn't want this. I squeezed my eyes as I perceived doubt in my thoughts.
My breathing was audible to my ears. He crawled his hand between my thighs.
"Don't, I'll hit you," I warned him.
He brought his lips to my ears, "I would if I would have felt determination in your words," He pressed his lips on the shell of my ears and trailed it down my neck. I moaned when his thumb pressed through…., "You're my wife," his words resonated in my head, touching my heart, "Let's do what we couldn't last night," His raspy voice slid over my skin and heated it. His smile turned wicked.
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My mouth formed an angry line. I had been avoiding his thoughts after I left the hotel. I glared at him but he returned his gaze with a blithe expression, "You are cruel." I jabbed my finger in his chest, my stomach clenched when my finger touched his hard constructed body.
"You should tell me. You are a Virgin. I would have gone slow." he growled, his eyes lit with lust again.
I grabbed the pillow and chucked it at him. My eyes were still wide, lips puffy and parted in shock. I f***** hate you. But I couldn't bring myself to say it to him. It was hurting to think this. Perhaps I didn't hate him. He did not I've me time to think and say something. He attacked me like a wild hungry beast.
He laughed, "You should rest, Sienna." He softly touched my stomach. I wasn't expecting softness from him. His gaze was worried as he peered at me.
I rolled my eyes and pulled his hand away, "Don't act as you care," He mustn't have done that last night if he would have been concerned about me.
' Gosh! What am I thinking? Why the h*** am I stuck in last night? He can go to hell. '
"I'm truly sorry. I felt you wanted it too. " He said.
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