The Princesses (#5) Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Princess Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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My heart stops cold when I see a wedding band on his finger. I close my eyes tightly and open them again, thinking maybe this is all a bad dream. Nope, I’m still here.

“What have you done?” I whisper to myself.

I have to get out of here. Slowly I try to work my way out of his arms, but they only tighten further. His face comes to my neck as he starts to kiss me on my bare shoulder. It’s then I realize I’m naked. I move just a fraction and am relieved when I can feel that I have underwear on. At least there’s that. I’m trying to find one positive thing to grasp. I’m pretty sure I didn’t have sex last night.

“Let me go,” I whisper, but the man doesn’t. In fact, his hold becomes impossibly tighter.

“Never,” he growls into my ear before going back to kissing my neck.

I hate how my body tingles at his touch, and I even tilt my head so that he can reach more of my skin. As I close my eyes and feel the soft press of his lips on me, I think about his voice. It sounds familiar, and things start fluttering back through my mind.

“Romy?” I say his name, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he latches even more, sucking me into his mouth.

“Wife,” he finally responds between kisses, and my head really spins.

I lift my hand to see a wedding ring on my finger. The night before floods back. I went to his brother Carlos’s wedding last night. It was amazing there. I spent most of the night watching the bride and the groom. They were so in love, and it was beautiful to watch. I wanted that. A love that was like nothing else. A love like my own parents had until my mom was taken from my dad and me.

Like always, whenever Romy and I were at the same event, he’d seek me out and drive me crazy. I’d had a crush on him for what felt like forever, but everyone knew he had a reputation, that he jumped from one bed to another, so I’d always tried to keep my distance. Romy has heartbreak written all over him.

I’m looking for my one true love, but I guess the same could be said about him. I’m always in the newspapers and magazines with headline drama. They talk about who I’m dating and what I’m doing, but they’re mostly lies. I don’t go through men because it’s something that I like or want to do. I’m looking for my one true love. But I can never seem to get past the first date. So the media brands me a serial dater and gives me a reputation I didn’t even have fun earning.

Now I’m married.

A lump forms in my throat. I’m married. Married to a man who won’t be able to love me like I want. I know his type. Or at least I think I do. He’ll have mistresses in different cities.

There’s no going back. Divorce isn’t allowed. I’m a princess, after all. Whoever I marry will take over the throne for my father. I’m an only child, and I sealed my fate without seeking my father’s approval. This is bigger than marriage.

A tear slides down my cheek as I think about what my father is going to say. My parents have always been so proud of me. They’ve always known I wanted true love like they found. My mother used to tell me stories about their romance, about how my father almost gave up his title to have her, but at the last minute they had the rules changed. She wasn’t a princess and didn’t come from royal blood, but like me, my father was looking for love. He didn’t care what it would cost to have it. That’s why he said he would never arrange a marriage for me and that I was to fall in love on my own.

Romy turns me on my back, and he comes over my body, looming over me. His eyes search mine before me leans down and kisses away the single tear.

“Did I hurt you?” His hold on me eases, and I can see the concern on his face. His eyes grow soft.

Why does he always have to be so sweet? Hell, why does he have to be so freaking handsome? It’s been hard fighting off his advances for the past year. He’s always so charming, and when I try to ignore him, he makes me laugh with his cocky remarks. He also makes me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time.

“What did we do?” I ask him. His eyes search my face, then fill with sadness. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before. He’s always been happy Romy to me.


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