âWe donât marry for love or companionship, as other people do. We marry for the good of our island. Think of my betrothal as a business arrangement. But you are my lover. You are the woman I want to be with.â
For an age Amy didnât say anything. She simply looked into Heliosâs eyes, searching for somethingâshe didnât know what.
He brought his face down to meet her lips, which had parted.
âI mean it, Helios, weâre finished. I will never be your mistress.â Her words were but a whisper.
âYou think?â
âYes.â
âThen why are you still standing here? Why is your breath still warm on my face?â
Brushing his lips across the softness of her cheek, he gripped her bottom and ground her to him, letting her feel his desire for her.
The tiniest of moans escaped her throat.
âSee?â He trailed kisses over her delicate ear. âYou do want me. But youâre punishing me.â
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The Kalliakis Crown
Royal by birth, ruthless by nature
This warrior nationâs fierce Princesâ Talos, Theseus and Heliosâeach have their own special gift to give their grandfather, the King. But none of them is expecting the three women who challenge their plans ⦠and steal their hearts!
Discover the passion behind the palace doors ⦠watch as destinies are forged ⦠and get swept up in a torrent of emotion in this powerful new trilogy by Michelle Smart!
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The Kalliakis CrownRoyal by birth, ruthless by nature
CHAPTER ONE
âDO YOU REALLY have to shave it off?â Amy Green, busy admiring Heliosâs rear view, slipped a cajoling tone into her plea.
Helios met her eye in the reflection of the bathroom mirror and winked. âIt will grow back.â
She pouted. Carefully. The clay mask sheâd applied to her face had dried, making it hard for her to move her features without cracking it. Another ten minutes and she would be able to rinse it off. âBut youâre so sexy with a beard.â
âAre you saying Iâm not sexy without it?â
She made a harrumphing sound. âYouâre always sexy.â
Too sexy for his own good. Even without a beard. Even his voice was sexy: a rich, low-pitched tone that sang to her ears, with the Agon accent which made it dance.
Impossibly tall and rangy, and incredibly strong, with dark olive colouring and ebony hair, currently tousled after a snatched hour in bed with her, Helios had a piratical appearance. The dangerous look was exaggerated by the slight curve of his strong nose and the faint scar running over its bridge: the mark of a fight with his brother Theseus when they were teenagers. Utterly without vanity, Helios wore the scar with pride. He was the sexiest man sheâd ever met.
Soon the hair would be tamed and as smooth as his face would be, yet his innate masculinity would still vibrate through him. His rugged body would be hidden by a formal black evening suit, but his strength and vitality would permeate the expensive fabric. The playful expression emanating from his liquid dark brown eyes would still offer sin.
He would turn into Prince Helios Kalliakis, heir to the throne of Agon. But he would still be a flesh and blood man.
He lifted the cut-throat blade. âAre you sure you donât want to do it?â
Amy shook her head. âCan you imagine if I were to cut you? I would be arrested for treason.â
He grinned, then gave the mirror a quick wipe to clear away the condensation produced from the steam of her bath.
Smothering a snigger, she stretched out her right leg until her foot reached the taps, and used her toes to pour a little more hot water in.
âIâm sure deliberately steaming up the bathroom so I canât see properly is also treasonous,â he said with a playful shake of his head, striding lithely to the extractor fan and switching it on.
As with everything in his fabulous palace apartment it worked instantly, clearing the enormous bathroom of steam.