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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

I was too far gone to stop it. Too far gone to push him away, to stop the wave of pleasure. I grasped his shoulders, coming undone.

He didn’t stop massaging my clit or pumping inside me. Didn’t stop forcing me to come as his words echoed within me.

I don’t want you.

His words dripped inside me, mixing with the taste of him, the want I couldn’t suppress, until I could barely stand.

When I finished, he licked my upper lip, slow, easy, until flames threatened to burn me to the ground.

Then he stood back.

He eyed me from down his crookedly beautiful nose. “I could never want you.”

I fell to the floor, tears burning the corners of my eyes, but thank fuck they didn’t fall. I stared at my knees, knobby, bruised.

I could never want you.

I knew he’d opened the door by the sudden rush of sound. Of laughter and music.

“Who was that for?” his cold voice drifted back.

“What?” I blinked through my tears.

Suddenly my hair was in his fist and he yanked my stare to his. “Who was that for?”

It dawned on me what he meant, and then I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Lottie,” I rasped.

He dropped me.

I put my head in my hands as the door slammed shut.

I had only one fucking rule, and here I was breaking it, falling for the cruel prince once more.

Thirty-Three

STORY

I could never want you.

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but back on the island, through the open window the Riviera skyline was a blurry, twinkling treasure through my tears.

I stayed in that room until Grayson came and got me. Silently ordered me to follow him back to the boat. Grayson had spent the rest of the time at the club with Lottie, and now back home, I don’t know where he was, but I didn’t care.

I pretended to be asleep.

But I cried.

Messy tears I refused to let him see.

I heard the subtle, muted creak of a door opening. A moment later, Gray’s cold voice followed. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

I didn’t respond, hoping he’d think I was asleep. My chest couldn’t take it.

“Get up here, Snitch.” Grayson bent down, blocking the open sea window, and placed one careful finger below my chin, lifting it so I met his eyes. “Or have I broken you already?”

Grayson Crowne was the cruelest person in the world.

Cutting, ice-blue eyes. A nose slightly broken. Plush pink lips. Blond hair that was constantly falling out of his coif, messy like his personality, messy like his soul, messy like the way he’d kissed me when he’d woven my love irrevocably with his hate.