Empire of Desire(Empire #1)(110)

My senses skyrocket as I melt in his embrace, and I get lost in his addictive taste. No matter how much he kissed me, the intensity never disappeared. In fact, it feels earth-shattering as that first time he claimed my lips by the side of the pool.

He’s been kissing me for years, but it still feels as if he’s kissing me back for when he didn’t kiss me on my eighteenth birthday.

He’s been kissing me for years and I can’t get enough.

I probably never will.

“Morning, husband,” I breathe when we break apart.

A dark gleam of desire shines in his eyes as he speaks low, “Morning, wife.”

“Thank you for the birthday gift. I love it and you.”

A clearing of a throat comes from behind me before Dad appears by our side, carrying Logan and glaring. “I’m over here, in case no one noticed.”

“Hi, Dad.” I kiss his cheek.

“So now you have a dad?”

“Your jealousy is showing, King.” Nate smirks at him.

“You shut up, daughter stealer.”

“Dad.” I grab his arm, laughing, and he just shakes his head. Since he’s overprotective, it’s impossible to have him stop throwing jabs at my husband anytime he gets.

Even if he loves how much Nate takes care of me.

“And stop your PDA in front of my grandchildren. Give me Lily.” My father basically snatches her and holds each of the twins on an arm as he speaks to them. “You two prefer your grandfather anyway, don’t you?”

I smile as he takes them back to the house, but it’s interrupted when Nate wraps his arms around my waist from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“Have you slept well?” His words against my neck draw a shudder out of me.

“Yeah, and I just had the best morning.” I turn around to face him and flatten my palms against his chest. “Thank you for the photo album and that letter. I will cherish it until I die.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Too late. Already learned it by heart.”

He smiles and I’m trapped in it. In how easily he does it around me. Sometimes, it feels like I’m the only reason he smiles and I selfishly love it.

I love that I’m his world as much as he’s mine.

“Happy birthday, wife.”

“Happy anniversary, husband.”

A small frown appears between his brows. “Anniversary?”

“For the day you fell in love with me.” I stroke his cheek. “It was a few years after me, but it’s okay. You’re stuck with me now.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl. You’re the one who’s stuck with me.”

And then he flings me close to his body and kisses me with a passion that seals my fate.

Our fate.

I’m his and he’s mine.

Probably ever since I was born.



THE END

Next up is the standalone book that features Knox Van Doren, titled Empire of Sin.





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Next up is the long-awaited book, Empire of Sin, that will feature Knox Van Doren who was a supporting character in Royal Elite Series. His leading lady will be a surprise to many!



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Anastasia





Tonight, I’m going to fuck someone.

I don’t care who.

I don’t care where.

I just need to cross it off my bucket list before I disappear.

Good girls like me don’t think about fucking or doing it with a complete stranger. We’re taught to always keep our legs closed, our hearts sealed, and our brains dormant.

Oh, and we don’t get to curse.

We don’t get to live either.

We’re just valuable stock to be used when the opportunity arises.

Good girls like me definitely don’t dress in provocative red dresses that show more cleavage than it hides. We’re not even allowed to buy such things.

But I did. Secretly. When no one was looking.

I’m wearing it now, the red dress that falls amply to mid-thigh and bares half of my back. I improvised and used a dainty chain to attach the straps together at the back and hooking my lucky butterfly motif to it—the only thing my mom left me before she also disappeared to a different place than the one I’ll be going to.

With each move, I feel the soothing coldness of the pendent against my bare back. Normal people hate the cold, but I find solace in it. It probably has to do with my Russian genes. Although I was born in the States and have lived here my entire life, my origins will never change.

I wasn’t even allowed to adopt the normal American lifestyle. Education? Homeschooled. Fun? Security hazard. Friends? What are those? Clubs and bars? Yeah, they’re not an option.