The Mills & Boon Ultimate Christmas Collection. Kate Hardy

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      That was not how a prince was to treat his future princess. It was certainly nothing Kairos would ever have done with Tabitha. Of course, his brother was the authority on unhappy marriages. That was becoming more and more apparent.

      That was also Andres’s fault.

      His actions had forced Kairos into the speedy marriage in the first place.

      The reason he had to atone now.

      And Zara was making things impossible for no reason other than her own bloody-mindedness. She had nowhere else to go. He didn’t treat her badly.

       What happened back there wasn’t treating her badly?

      He gritted his teeth, shoving the thought down deep. Trying to ignore the growing unease in his chest.

      He threw open the doors to his bedchamber before slamming them behind him. He pushed his fingers through his hair, and only then did he realize that his hands were shaking. How could he have done such a thing? How could he have allowed her to push his control like that?

      How could he allow her to prove that he was still nothing more than the boy he’d been? The boy who couldn’t sit still for more than a couple of minutes. Who couldn’t fight any impulse that came upon him. He had wanted her, and so he had taken her.

      Without a condom.

      He swore, taking his suit jacket off and casting it onto the floor. He had never in his life forgone the use of protection. In truth, he was quite controlled in his debauchery. He didn’t keep himself from doing anything he wanted, but if he wanted to resist something, he was able. Sure, he didn’t have to exercise self-denial very often, but he was capable of it. Was capable of making responsible decisions.

      Not today.

      In public. In the middle of the day. Without protection.

      The door burst open behind him and he whirled around to see Zara standing there, her hands clenched at her sides, her expression stormy, her dark eyes glistening. Her glossy black hair, which had been expertly schooled into a bun earlier, was disheveled now, all but shouting about what had taken place only moments earlier.

      “How dare you walk away from me?” Her voice was quivering with indignation.

      There was no doubt that Zara’s feathers were thoroughly ruffled. Though he had a feeling there was nothing he could do at this point to unruffle them. In truth, she had been rather ruffled from the first moment he saw her. It was the effect he seemed to have on her.

      That didn’t bother him. What disturbed him was the effect she seemed to have on him.

      “Did you want me to stay and initiate another round? We were standing in the hallway. Anyone could have walked by,” he said, throwing the same accusations at her that he had just thrown at himself.

      “That didn’t bother you before.”

      No, it didn’t. Because he hadn’t been thinking. He hadn’t been in control.

      He ground his teeth together, his heart thundering hard. He was...angry. At his body, for betraying him as it always did. At himself, for his weakness.

      At her, for making him vulnerable.

      Before he knew what he was doing, he growled, crossing the room toward her. Her eyes widened, and she shrank back from him, her back hitting the wall.

      “You think the wall will save you? I think we’ve proven that it won’t,” he said, rage making him reckless. Making him cruel.

      He wanted to use his words to drive a wedge between them. To push her away. He didn’t want her to look at him with desire.

      “You are not touching me again until you explain yourself.”

      “What’s to explain? I wanted you. I had you.” With no control, no finesse, no care for anything at all. He hadn’t even asked her if she wanted it. Yes, her body language had given every indication that she did, but he hadn’t even known how innocent Zara was. He still wasn’t entirely certain. She had acted boldly back there, but that meant nothing. He was afraid to ask. Now that it was too late, he was very afraid indeed.

      “And then you left.”

      “Again, Princess, what did you want from me?”

      “I thought we might go back in for dessert,” she said, her voice wobbling.

      That innocence, the insecurity, tore at him like claws and yet he could not stop himself from putting more distance between them.

      He laughed, the sound carrying no humor. “So you thought I would go back in there with no buttons on my shirt? After all, a little creature pulled them off.”

       She is not the creature. You are the monster.

      Her expression turned all the more stormy. “I am not a creature. I am a woman. As I think I just proved.” She was as haughty as ever. As prideful. Her chin tilted upward, her eyes full of determination.

      But she was also vulnerable. He could see it there, written on her face plainly. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was not the man to handle vulnerable women.

      If his history was any indicator, he was the man who chased vulnerable women away.

      “And I am a man,” he said, keeping his tone dry. “So there is nothing all that exceptional about attraction exploding between us.”

      She frowned. “Even though we were fighting?”

      “Especially because we were fighting,” he said, his voice rough.

      “That makes no sense to me.”

      “Then I question the sort of lovers you’ve had in the past.”

      It was her turn to laugh. “I’ve had no other lovers.”

      It was the answer he had been afraid of. The rage in his blood turned to ice, settling in the pit of his stomach. “Is that so?”

      “Of course I haven’t. I had never even kissed a man before you.”

      Mother of God. Had she even known what was exploding between them out there in the hall? Had she even realized where it might go? What had he done?

      In that moment he despised himself. He hadn’t thought it was possible for him to reach a new depth of hating his own lack of self-control. The loss of his mother, what happened with Francesca, he had imagined that was the worst of it. Right now, looking at this angry, confused woman who had been a virgin only minutes earlier, he realized there were entirely new depths he hadn’t even known about.

      “How is it you have survived this long?” he growled, aware that he was allowing his anger at himself to spill out and hit the wrong target. “You are so naive it is painful. By rights you should have been devoured by a wolf in the forest.”

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