Page 112 of Unforgiving Queen

“Why are you in the same bed as me?” Even when she was mad at me, glaring at me with hate in her eyes, this woman did shit to me. The sheet slid down her body, pooling around her waist. Her eyes widened and she rushed to cover herself up.

“It’s my bed too.”

She sneered. “What? Not enough beds on this boat?”

I laughed darkly. “There are plenty, but I prefer to lie next to you.”

“Fuck you.” She was determined. “I’d prefer not to have you anywhere near me.”

She behaved like she was disgusted by me, but I could see the subtle tremor rolling over her body.

“Why?”

She blinked, confusion marring her features. “Why what?”

“Why don’t you want me near you?” It didn’t matter how long it took, we would reignite our connection. We would find ourselves back where it all started. “Worried you won’t be able to resist me?”

“No.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a pink hue that covered her cheeks. She was still attracted to me, still wanted me. It was a start, and deep down in my black heart, I knew sooner or later, she’d cave. And I’d ensure it happened sooner versus later.

“It sure sounds like it,” I deadpanned. “Otherwise why avoid me? I slept just fine next to you.” Like a baby, in fact.

She glared at me before giving me a sweet smile that promised retribution.

“Do me a favor, Amon. Get the fuck out ofmyroom. I want to get dressed, and I don’t want the wrong brother gawking at me naked.”

I flashed her a maniacal grin.

“My brother will never—fucking ever—have you.” So help me God. “Especially when I send him the video of you writhing under me as I fucked you with my fingers.”

Her mouth parted and my cock responded immediately.

“I swear to God, Amon, if you do that, I will murder you.”

The way she glared at me told me she meant it too.

The woman I was about to marry was as stubborn as her brother.

41

REINA

Morning came, and with it, new problems that started and ended with my first and only lover.

I didn’t know where it all went wrong, but it was painfully clear to me that Amon wasn’t who I thought he was. He wasn’t my savior. At least not anymore.

Which meant I was left to my own devices.

Grandma and Papà would be searching for me. Would they think I bolted? Fuck, I had to get out of here. I had to ensure Phoenix didn’t pay for my mistake. It would be catastrophic. Amon’s supposed recording of us would be even more so.

“I don’t believe you,” I finally said, calling him out on his bluff. “Y-you didn’t have your phone on you. How could you have recorded anything?”

He smiled, so fucking pleased with himself. “Are you asking for proof?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he drawled, flashing me a smile that would have, once upon a time, stopped my heart. Yet right now, all it did was piss me off. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and slid it open.