CHAPTER THIRTY
How dare he.
How f*****g dare him walk away from me like that,
after kissing me breathless, after touching me like he owned every inch of me,
after getting me wet enough to lose my damn dignity and mind.
and then just… turning around and leaving?
Is he insane?
Or does he think that crown on his head gives him the right to wind me up and abandon me like a useless fantasy?
My chest rises and falls, fury and arousal mixing like poison.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as I storm out of the ancient building. “He thinks because he’s King Adrian, he can do whatever he wants. Hmph.”
The cool night air hits me, but it does nothing to calm the heat between my legs.
I step outside—
and of course, the jerk is nowhere to be found.
Just gone.
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