Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) by Rina Kent

“You won’t know unless you ask.” And he needs to get closer because the distance between us is getting on my nerves.

“Do I have a place in the child’s future?”

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re the father.”

“How about your future?”

“What do you think?”

His intense blue eyes bore into mine before he sighs. “I don’t know. All I know is that I realize I fucked up, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“Whatever it takes?”

“Anything, Princess.”

“Then don’t ever leave me. Ever. I mean it, Kyle. If you dare leave me again, I’ll unleash my wrath on you.”

A small smile tugs on his lips as he stalks toward me, his long legs eating up the distance in no time. He stops right in front of me until my space is filled with his scent. “Does this mean you’ll have me back?”

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and rise up on tiptoes to seal my lips to his. My head feels light, even though it barely lasts a couple of seconds.

When I lower back down, it’s like I’ve been levitating and I’m finally hitting the ground.

“I love you, Kyle. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you, but I never had the courage to admit it to you or to myself.”

“Fuck, Princess,” he says breathily. “I think I’ve loved you ever since the first time I met you.”

“You have?”

He nods. “But I was a coward.”

“We both were.” I stroke the collar of his shirt that’s still bunched in my hand. “I think we should make it up to each other.”

“I think so, too.”

“Are you going to kiss me now, husband?”

“Oh, I’ll be doing more than kissing you, wife.”

He picks me up in his arms and I squeal, but the sound is devoured by his lips on mine.





Epilogue 1- Rai





One year later





I stand in front of my walk-in, picking a nightgown—though I probably won’t be needing it tonight.

Not that I do on most nights.

My hand barely touches one before a warm body glues to mine from behind. I briefly close my eyes, breathing in his clean scent mixed with his special masculine odor. It clings to me like a second skin.

I love smelling him on me. I feel like I have him with me at all times even when we’re apart.

Turning around, I don’t bother to hide my nakedness—I’m completely free with Kyle. Besides, I love the way his eyes darken to the furious blue color of a stormy sky.

I’m the only one who’s able to put that look on his face. The only one who gets under his skin as much as he gets under mine.

“You’re back early. Mikhail isn’t giving you a hard time, is he?”

“As if he can. I’m making him profit. Also, I’m the one who’s giving him a hard time, not the other way around.”

I chuckle, almost imagining that. Ever since Kyle found out Mikhail is his father, he’s been slowly taking care of his brigade and teaching his younger, reckless half-brothers and half-sisters some sense. I guess the behavioral issue runs in their blood, but Kyle is old enough to not let it guide him anymore.

I wouldn’t say my relationship with Mikhail is rainbows and roses. I still don’t approve of his ways and he still thinks I meddle too much for my own good. However, we tolerate each other for Kyle’s sake.

“And why are we talking about my father when I’m about to devour you?” He lowers his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin and eliciting a moan from me.

“You are?”

“Fuck right, I am.” He speaks against my skin as he fiddles with his belt. “Quick before the devil’s minion wakes up.”

I laugh, but the sound turns into a squeal when he carries me, both of his big hands resting beneath my thighs. My legs loop around his waist as he powers inside me. He doesn’t even bother to back me against the wall. Kyle holds my entire weight against him as he rams into me. The position doesn’t diminish his strength; if anything, it makes him go deeper.

I hold on to his shoulders with all my might, moaning. “Oh, K-Kyle…there…there…”

“Shh, you’ll wake him up.” He smiles against my lips even though he thrusts exactly where I need him.

It’s crazy how he keeps learning my body like it’s his masterpiece and he can’t stop. He still brings me to heights of pleasure I never thought would be possible.

People say we’ll fall into a routine soon and that things will become normal, but they still haven’t. We had more sex when I was pregnant than ever before—I blame the hormones for that. Even after I gave birth, Kyle wouldn’t stop touching me and bringing me to orgasm. As soon as the doctor said I could have sex again, I barged into Kyle’s office and climbed him. I could probably blame the postnatal hormones for that too.

But this? The way I come undone around him in no time? I can only blame my stupid body and heart, which are easily stimulated by his presence.

Kyle empties himself inside me at the same time as I shatter to pieces, my nails digging into his shirt.

Panting, I rest my head on his shoulder, catching my breath. Kyle doesn’t seem to be tired of holding my weight since he remains in the same position.