The Princess and Her Mercenary: A Driven Hearts Novella by Nikita Slater

Author:Nikita Slater [Slater, Nikita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“I’ve never had this much fun in my whole life,” Ndari said seriously, her dark eyes on him. “This is fucking amazing. We escaped a palace and a country that are locked down tighter than my sister’s virginity.” Ndari tilted her head, thinking. “Actually, Alyssa is probably a secret freak in the sack.” She continued her earlier thought, “We fucked and shopped in Paris. Now, in Prague, we’re eating trdelnik. And I would guess by your expression that we will soon be having sex too!”

He was looking at her like he was a hungry wolf and she was a tasty treat. His eyes followed her every movement. They always did, even back in Jakarta all those months ago. He watched her with a sharp intensity that might have been disconcerting if Ndari wasn’t used to it. He stood and crossed to where she was sitting on top of a picnic bench. He leaned down and licked her lips, tasting the sweet treat and the even sweeter Princess.

“No,” he said huskily. “It doesn’t get better than this. And yes, we very much will be fucking the minute I get you someplace private with a bed.”

“I don’t need a bed,” she said breathily.

He gripped her waist tightly. “Baby, you must be my soul mate. You say all the right things.”

Ndari was having the best time of her life. She was running away from the palace guards once more, but this time instead of doing it alone she was doing it with her lover. They were like children, escaping from France and finding their way to Prague.

Ndari took a great big bite of her trdelnik, a kind of cake wrapped around a stick, grilled and covered in sugar and spice. She got some of the powdered sugar on her nose and sneezed. Keane laughed at her and reached out to flick the sugar flakes from her face. Then he leaned down and licked the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm. Good," he said.

She pulled away from him and gave him a frown, protecting her treat with her hands. "You could have gotten your own. Don't even think about touching mine. I don't share my sweets."

He grinned at her. "Oh, you'll share your sweets with me, baby."

She laughingly rolled her eyes. "Why does everything have to be dirty with you?"

"You know you love it."

"I do," she said primly. "But before we do anything about me sharing sweets we're going to hit up all the Prague hotspots."

Keane grumbled something. And she reminded him about Paris and how much he loved it.

He said, "I don't love Paris, I love you, baby."

Her heart stopped, then melted. She looked at him, really looked at him, taking in the vulnerability he was allowing her to see. It couldn't be easy with a man like him. From her time in Indonesia she’d learned that he’d been born in a rough place during a rough time in Ireland and the bad times continued from his childhood through into adulthood when he was forced into becoming a slave mercenary for a sadistic employer.

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