Page 153 of Prince Charming

A man who excelled at a violent sport was the gentlest giant she’d ever met.

He was a true Prince.

“My Prince.” She told him and watched his eyes darken with desire.

He pumped out a grunt. And had they been anywhere private, Marianna would have been on him fast. Heaven help her, he was such a flirt without even having to try too hard. She was a glutton for seeing the glint in his blue-blue eyes.

She trusted Tag, unquestionably.

He’d shown her for months he was a trustworthy man.

He made her laugh and was extraordinarily sweet.

Sweeter than she possibly thought a man could be.

They were on the cusp of something very extraordinary.

Their life together was going to be colorful and gorgeous.

“You are flawless and addictive. I can’t get enough of you, Marianna.” He rasped. “Not only your body I crave like a madman. Your voice, your thoughts. I crave your laughter and most of all, I’m addicted to your heart. Your bruised and lovely heart, I’m so fucking lucky you’re taking a chance on a piece of trash like me.”

“Luke.” Her finger poked his hard chest, daring him to say that again. “You are the least trashy person I’ve ever met. You are a man who I greatly admire for everything you have achieved. You did that, Luke, all on your own. You are a King in my eyes. A titan of a man I am also addicted to.”

“You undo me, darlin’. What did I do in this life to deserve you?”

“I think we are both so very lucky to have found each other.”

Two hands cupped her face, and she smiled up at him. “You are the soul of my existence, you know that? I’m gonna make sure I go on living for you and our kids, ‘cause now I got something good and I’m not giving it up for anything.”

He would fight again. She knew this. A cage fight was already arranged for April. Marianna would worry, that’s what a woman did when she loved someone so deeply.

Her love for him was cannibalistic.

She never needed to put her gaze on him anymore, to feel the gnawing need inside her. It lived and snarled, demanding her man.

“You really are a Prince. Oh, so charming and a little dirty.”

“Only a little?” His smirk warmed her through to her bones.

Oh, he would take that as a challenge.

Her man loved to win.

“Guess I better work on my game later.”

“Game on, Prince.” She dared, right before he grabbed her up and made her shriek her delight.

In Russian, she told him the three most important words she’d taught him so far.

I love you.

And her Prince grinned.

Now they had a lot of livinghappily ever afterto get on with.

EPILOGUE

“A beautiful biker prince was the answer all along.” - Marianna

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