TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 58

CHAPTER 36: PLAYING THE PART-1

EMBER’S POV

The electricity between us is suffocating. My breath vanishes. My cheeks flush hot.

I can feel exactly how hard he is against my lower back, and my traitorous body responds despite everything-n*****s tightening, core clenching, arousal flooding back like it never left.

“Unhand me,” I manage, and the words come out breathier than I intend.

“Not until we’re clear on certain things.” His hand splays across my lower belly, pressing me harder aga the evidence of his arousal. “Council members will be at the reception tonight. We cannot afford to see

at odds with each other.”

“I am at odds with you,” I say, but my body isn’t listening to my words.

My body wants to stay here, pressed against him, until one of us breaks.

He tilts his head, those impossible blue eyes studying me carefully through the mirror. When he speaks,

there’s something almost vulnerable beneath the dominance.

“Can you manage to fake being in love with me for three hours while wanting to kill me? Can you smile a

let me kiss you while staying pissed?”

My breath catches.

I’m finding it very hard to maintain my anger when he’s touching me like this, when I can feel his hard c** pressed against me, when his hand slides down and squeezes my ass, grinding me back against him.

His voice drops to pure seduction.

“This is the constant torture you put me through, Ember. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you look at me with those eyes. Every time you open that smart mouth.” His lips brush my ear. “If not for the timing, I’d have this dress on the floor, fucking you like I hate you.”

Time slows to nothing but his hot breath and the temptation in his words.

“But the important distinction,” he continues, his grip tightening on my hup, “is that I don’t Hate you.” He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes in the mirror, and something in his expression is darkens. You might be infuriating and stubborn and testing my last nerve. But I find this particular flavor of insanity addictive”

He releases me, and the distance is a physical ache

Then, with a formality that’s almost mocking, he executes a perfect court bow. When he straightens, he extends his hand again.

“Will Ms. Aragon do me the honor of being my date this evening?”

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