Haydn’s eyes flashed with mischief. He pinned Evelyn’s hands down on each side of her head. She circled her legs around him and he pounded into her at just the right angle. Tension coiled low inside her and Evelyn was close to breaking.
She didnotappreciate an interruption.
“Princess?” Rory called through the door with a knock. “Are you awake? You are wanted downstairs.”
“I have to get dressed!” Evelyn yelled. “I’m coming!”
“Yes, you fucking are,” Haydn growled.
One more deep thrust was enough. Evelyn bit down to keep from screaming because she did not need Rory’s help with this. The orgasm ripped through her. Moments later, Haydn grunted and liquid heat spilled between Evelyn’s legs. When he rolled off her, they were both breathing hard.
“I have to go,” she whispered.
He kissed her. “Come with me. We won’t have to hide in Lochmatten.”
“I can’t leave right now.”
“Why not?” Haydn’s tone was suddenly cold.
“I… I’m not ready.”
“Where is your ring? Why did you take it off?”
“It’s in the nightstand.”
“Are you going to marry me?”
Haydn was staring at her with such intensity that Evelyn had the vague feeling of being in trouble.
“I’m not saying no. I just can’t say yes yet.”
Haydn looked like he was going to argue, but he let Evelyn scramble out of bed and quickly get dressed.
“Are you staying here?” she asked, putting her shoes on.
“Once you’re gone, I’ll disappear.”
“I’ll see you later.” Evelyn kissed him one more time before rushing out the door.
Simon greeted her in the hallway. “Sorry to bother you so early, Your Highness. King Tristan asked for you and Princess Hannah to meet him in the sitting room.”
“Do you know why?” Evelyn asked.
“No, we weren’t given a reason.”
Rory and Simon walked her downstairs, where her father and sister were waiting. Evelyn was immediately suspicious because they were standing around, not sitting casually.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” King Tristan said.
“You’re late,” Hannah admonished.
Evelyn glared at her. “I was taking a bath. I didn’t expect a meeting before breakfast.” She smoothed her hair, erasing any lingering evidence of being in bed.
“I received a letter from Rowan this morning,” their father said, not allowing their bickering to escalate. “A maid went into my bedroom yesterday and found it ransacked. Everything was thrown out of the closet and drawers, the mattress was moved, and some things were broken.”
Hannah’s eyes were about to pop out of her head. “Who would do that?”
“Howcould someone do that?” Evelyn asked.
