Page 135 of Unforgiving Queen

About life in the Philippines. About my sister and friends. Grandma. Papà.

The last few days while we sailed on his “Cinnamon” yacht had been the best days of my entire life. We ate. We laughed. We watched movies. Played games. And my favorite: we had sex. Lots and lots of sex.

The moon cast light and shadows through the room as I turned to see Amon’s sleeping face. His features were softer when he slept, and I still saw the boy.

I ran my fingers through his hair, the diamonds on my wedding band glimmering even in the near darkness, and my heart squeezed.

Mine.

It felt like a dream, but also like coming home. He was my home, just like my sister had always been.Phoenix.Worry slithered through me. Why hadn’t she called back? Had Papà forced her to marry Dante in my stead? I had so many questions and no way of getting answers.

Why was nobody answering my calls? Did we fuck up that badly?

“You’re worrying again.” Amon’s deep voice pulled my attention back to him. “Everyone within a hundred-mile radius can hear you overthinking.”

“It’s a good thing it’s only sea life around us, then,” I deadpanned, the corners of my lips tipping up. “Keep annoying me though and you’ll end up swimming with the fish.”

He chuckled huskily. “You do realize your husband is one of the most powerful men in the world?”

I shrugged nonchalantly, feeling playful despite my spiraling thoughts. “You could have fooled me when you were on your knees yesterday, promising to die for me if I let you taste me just one more time.”

He smiled, and the effect of it was so devastating it took my breath away. No wonder I lost my heart to him.

His knuckles brushed my cheeks, sleep slowly fading from his eyes.

“Touché, cinnamon girl.” His hand came around my neck and he pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my mouth. “Good morning, wife.”

“Morning, husband.”

His eyes burned into mine. “It might be my favorite word.”

“I’ll be sure to use it whenever I want something, then.”

He bit my lower lip, tugging on it with his own. “No need. Ask and you shall receive.”

“Ah, there’s the promise again,” I teased. “And no taste needed?”

He paused, a mischievous gleam to his eyes. “A taste of your pussy would be very much appreciated.”

I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated at his filthy words. Somehow I didn’t think this craving for him would ever ease, even when we were old and frail.

He angled his chin toward the windows. “It’s way too early. What’s keeping you awake?”

“I’m nervous,” I admitted. “And worried.”

“About?”

I shrugged. “Everything. Nothing. I don’t know.” He stroked my cheek. “I don’t have my passport,” I muttered dumbly. “It’s silly, but I’m worried about everything. Why isn’t anyone calling us to congratulate us on the marriage? I’m worried about crossing the border. My family. You.”

He frowned. “Me?”

I nodded. “What if Papà kills you when he sees you?” I sat up and gazed down at him. By now, they had gotten the news of our eloping. After all, Amon didn’t even try to make it a secret. He blasted it all over our social platforms and even sent a mass text.Very subtle. Knowing my family, they were probably tracking us down. And then there was the Omertà. Shit, so many unknowns. “How are we going to tell him that me marrying Dante wasn’t even an option because I’m his half-sibling? Which will make them wonder why I marriedyou? Unless you’re ready to reveal to them that you’re not a Leone?”

“That is a lot of worries,” he agreed, sitting up. “Let’s take things one step at a time, starting with shortening our time on the yacht.” I didn’t think I could love this man more. “Then we can work on solving everything else.”

“You have a plan?”

He grinned. “I do. I don’t like to see you worry so much.” I’d always worried a bit too much. And the worst part, Amon’s crew kept this yacht spotless which left me without my outlet of cleaning. “We’ll take my helicopter to land, and then my plane to the Philippines,” he continued. “But for now, let’s keep our biological fathers’ secrets.”