TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 125

CHAPTER 2 DA VOULIKE HIM?-3

CHAPTER 82: DO YOU LIKE HIM?-3

“Yeah. That was a silly question. I’m sorry.”

Then he kisses me.

It’s soft at first, almost tentative, like he’s asking permission.

I grant it by fisting my hands in his shirt and pulling him closer, and he groans against my mouth, deepening the kiss until I can taste his desperation, his relief, his bone–deep need even in this moment.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard.

“Once we get out of this fucking Summit,” he murmurs against my lips, “I’m taking you to my estate. And I’m going to pamper you so thoroughly you’ll forget any of the horrid things that have happened.”

“Pamper me how?” I ask, because apparently I’m a masochist.

His eyes darken. “However you want. Breakfast in bed. Baths drawn for you. Massages that end with you screaming my name.”

Heat pools low in my stomach. “Does pampering include orgasms?”

“Lots and lots of them.” His hand slides higher on my thigh, fingers brushing the sensitive skin that makes me shiver. “Every morning. Every night. Every time you look at me with those pretty eyes and I remember

how fucking lucky I am.”

“Knox…” His name comes out breathy, wanting.

Desire spikes between us, sharp and electric, and for a moment I forget where we are and what we’re

about to do.

There’s only his hand on my thigh and his eyes on my face and the heat building low in my belly.

He must see it in my expression because his jaw tightens and he takes a sharp breath.

“Right.” His voice is strained. “Let’s get out before I do something stupid.”

He pulls back, composing himself with visible effort, and pushes open his door.

Cold air rushes in, sobering in its harshness, and I watch him round the car to my side, trying to get my own breathing under control.

By the time he opens my door and offers his hand, I almost feel ready.

Almost.

The Eclate is small and elegant in a minimalist way, and as we climb the steps toward the entrance notice that the windows are dark.

There are no other patrons visible, neither are there sounds of clinking glasses or murmured conversation drifting through the doors.

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Harrison must have reserved the entire place for the night.

Knox takes my hand as we step inside, and the first thing I notice is that even the staff have been replaced.

The servers lining the entrance wear crisp black uniforms, professional and polished, but their eyes give them away.

They are sharp. Watchful. Barely concealed contempt flickering in their gazes as they track my movement through the foyer.

Shadowmoon pack. Every single one of them.

One woman, severe features and graying hair pulled back in a punishing bun, actually curls her lip as I pass. Like I’m something foul she’s been forced to tolerate in her presence.

I hold my head higher and meet her gaze without flinching until she looks away first.

Knox’s hand tightens on my waist, pulling me closer against his side, and we walk deeper into the restaurant together.

Past the state–of–the–art furniture and a string quartet playing something soft and classical in the corner, their eyes following us with the same barely hidden disdain as the servers.

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