Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 410 Kiss Of The Alpha King

“I know you are awake,” he repeated, and finally I was able to feel the pillows gone. “I will f*uc*king chop off his

foot,” he whispered from a quieter distance. I opened my eyes and turned my face towards him. I was right. He

had dragged his pillow really close to mine and was staring at my face.

“You are crying?” His beautiful eyes narrowed as he watched a tear run down my eye and enter my ear. I hate that

feeling. “Are you missing him?” he whispered, slowly bringing his f*inger near my eye and wiping the trail of the

tear clean.

“I am worried for his well-being,” I mumbled through quivering lips.

“Don’t be. He will be fine. I will ask Reign and Colt to check on him,” he promised, and while talking, I noticed his

eye kept traveling to my lips.

It was odd because I knew he wasn’t into me like that anymore. Sure, he was once afraid of losing me, but that

could be for a million reasons. Romance is not always the reason behind someone’s concerning stares.

Or was it the case here?

“Why did she hug you?” I asked and noticed his lips demanding to form a smile. “Tell me everything before I start

having ideas.”

He closed his eyes to smile a bit at my threat before nodding and agreeing to tell me the truth.

“She told me some stuff about Igor.

Actually, it started with her trying to seduce me. And I told her that she is allowed to tell Igor that she has seduced

me well,” as he began to explain, I sat up and slapped his chest. He was so scared that he looked like he had seen a

ghost. It was as if my mind had stopped working in the moment. Why the heck would he allow her to do so?

Did he get too turned on by her two big jugglers?

Mine are big too, but I never seduced him with them. Maybe I tried in the past, but that’s what makes me even

angrier.

Because I could never seduce him.

“Why are you hitting me?” He complained, getting up to sit in the bed, facing me.

“Why did she seduce you, and why did you get seduced? Was it that easy for her to get you to hug her?” I began to

blabber without letting him finish.

“No! When did you hear me say she was able to seduce me?” he complained.

“No! You said it. And I caught you hugging her. What the f*uc*k is wrong with you men?

You know, he was trying to flirt with me, but I was easily able to dismiss him and push him away. But look at you.

Just two watermelons are all that’s needed to break your fast,” I groaned and yammered, trying to push him away

to get out of bed.

“Now where the heck are you headed to?” he grabbed my hand to stop me, but I punched him.

“I am going to spend time with Igor,” I muttered, feeling his grasp against my wrist once again.

“No, you are not. Sit your a*ss down,” he finally said, getting on his knees and grabbing my wrists again. This time,

he pulled me back into the bed and pinned my hands to the side while coming on top of me.

This has never happened between us, so the instant he did that, my heart began to lose its beat.

“I am done hearing you talk without any sense,” he grunted, bringing his face closer to mine and looking into my

eyes.

“Now listen to me,” he hushed me down when he noticed I was about to open my damn mouth to complain some

more.

“She did not succeed in seducing me, and no! My fast doesn’t break so easily. I am not thirsty for everyone,

Beatrice.” He made sure he made me deepen my eye contact with him when he said, “Now, enough with you not

listening to me and jumping to a conclusion. I know you are hurting because of what happened in your past

relationship, but Beatrice, I am not like them,” as he said that, my struggle died down.

“You don’t have to always look over your shoulder when you are with me. Because my eyes are only for you,” that

was not something I expected from him.

I bet I pushed his limits today, but I guess it happened for good. He had never expressed himself so sweetly before.

“As for you wanting to spend time with him. I will f*uc*king burn him alive and imprison everyone again. So, stop

testing my patience. I am done giving chances to others,” his grip tightened against my wrist as anger mixed with

hopes flashed through his gorgeous eyes.

There was a brief pause before his eyes traveled to my lips, and a gulp ran down his throat.

“So, do you have anything else to say?” He asked in a very harsh tone, making me wonder if I should even move a

muscle. “Tell me,” he scolded, “do you want to say something else because I am going to do something and after

that, none of us will be able to speak,” he stunned me with his body heat.

I was just staring at him and wondering what he meant by that. I got my answer when he steadily licked his lips to

moisten them as he stared into mine.

“I guess there is nothing you want to say then,” he mumbled, and he pressed his lips against mine with so much

force that I swear I thought he was going to eat me.

His entire body pressed h*ard against mine, and my body crumbled under his. There was no movement in our

bodies for a few seconds.

It was the longest smooch ever. His soft lips had consumed my lips entirely. He kept pressing them until my head

drowned in the soft pillow entirely.

The single smooch lasted for about two long minutes, and when he finally pulled back, I heard the biggest

smooching noise ever. My body felt heat travel between my legs, and I shut them tightly and shyly.

His lips were red, but he was not done yet. In fact, he had only started.