Tabitha gritted her teeth, reckless heat pouring through her veins. âHow dare you?â She advanced on Kairos and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. âDonât.â
Her protest was cut off by the press of his mouth against hers, hot and uncompromising, his tongue staking a claim as he took her deep, hard. She had no idea where these kinds of kisses had come from. Who this man was. This man who would spirit her away to a private island. Who kissed her like he was a dying man and her lips held his salvation.
It stood out in such sharp contrast to that kiss on their wedding night. The first time they had been alone in a bedroom like this. His kiss had been gentle then. Cool. She had waited for this moment. For heat to explode between them. Because she felt it. It had been there from the moment she first walked into his office, no matter how hard she might try to deny it.
Princes of Petras
Wed by royal command!
In November⦠Playboy Prince Andres of Petras is bound by royal duty and must finally pay the price for his past sins. He has to marry the lost Princess of TirimiaâZara! From fiery passion to sinfully seductive kisses, is this one Christmas gift the Prince will be keeping ⦠for ever?
In January 2016⦠King Kairos proves that underneath his calm and collected mask is a proud, passionate and powerful ruler who wonât let anything get in the way of his responsibility. Even the wife who so clearly loathes him! But, on the brink of breaking, Tabitha has some shocking news. Now the King must claim his Queen once again ⦠and his new heir!
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CHAPTER ONE
KAIROS LOOKED ACROSS the bar at the redheaded woman sitting there, her delicate fingertips stroking the stem of her glass, her eyes fixed on him. Her crimson lips were turned up into a smile, the invitation, silent but clear, ringing in the space between them.
She was beautiful. All lush curves and heat. She exuded desire, sexuality. It shimmered over her skin. There was nothing subtle or refined about her. Nothing coy or demure.
He could have her if he wanted. This was the most exclusive and private New Yearâs Eve party in Petras, and all of the guests would have been vetted carefully. There was no press in attendance. No secret gold diggers looking for a payout. He could have her, with no consequences.
She wouldnât care about the wedding ring on his finger.
He wasnât entirely certain why he cared about it anymore. He had no real relationship with his wife. She hadnât even touched him in weeks. Had barely spoken to him in months. Since Christmas she had been particularly cold. It was partly his fault, as she had overheard him saying unflattering things about the state of their union to his younger brother. But it hadnât been anything that wasnât true. Hadnât been anything she didnât already know.
Life would be simpler if he could have the redhead for a night, and just forget about reality. But he didnât want her. The simple, stark truth was as clear as it was inconvenient.
His body wanted nothing to do with voluptuous redheads sitting in bars. It wanted nothing but the cool, blond beauty of his wife, Tabitha. She was the only thing that stoked his fantasies, the one who ignited his imagination.
Too bad the feeling wasnât mutual.
The redhead stood, abandoning her drink, crossing the room and sauntering over to where he sat. The corner of her mouth quirked upward. âYouâre alone tonight, King Kairos?â
Every night. âThe queen wasnât in the mood to go out.â
Those lips pursed into a pout. âIs that right?â
âYes.â A lie. He hadnât told Tabitha where he was going tonight. In part, he supposed, to needle her. There was a time when they would have been sure to put in a public appearance during every holiday. When they would have put on a show for the press, and possibly for each other.
Tonight, he hadnât bothered to pretend.
The redhead leaned in, the cloud of perfume breaking through his thoughts and drawing him back to the moment, her lips brushing against his ear, his shirt collar. âI happen to know that our host has a room reserved for guests who would like a bit more...privacy.â