Don't Trust Him: An Enemies to Lovers Romantic Suspense (King Vs. Queen Book 1)
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Eliza
Grayson’s mouth closes over mine and it’s like I’ve found a new religion. When his arms close around me, I’m in heaven. The nirvana of the touch and feel of him, the inescapable nature of his passion, makes me tremble and quake because I am in the presence of something mighty.
Grayson is the love of my life. Without him, I’m half of a whole. I’m a shadow eking out existence. Because with him I have meaning, I have purpose.
All I ever wanted was vengeance, until him.
Our tongues glide together, dancing, tasting, savoring each other. No matter how many times he’s inside me, I can’t get enough of him.
“That’s right, baby,” Grayson says, kissing my nose. “You’re mine.”
Thirty-Five
Grayson
Eliza is coming home. She’s my safety. My world. My goddamn everything. I am nowhere without her and I can’t even bring myself to contemplate that existence.
“These perfect tits,” I say, putting one of Eliza’s nipples into my mouth and sucking.
“Fuck,” Eliza says with a sigh.
I release her nipple with a wet pop. “You’re so delicious.”
“Mhhmm,” Eliza moans, letting her head fall back in pleasure. My cock is hard enough to stop a moving truck with a slight poke. I need my woman and I need her now.
“Eliza,” I say, pressing my lips to her skin. “I fucking love you so much.”
Her eyes take mine in, drunk with lust, and she wraps her arms around me. It’s the most perfect feeling in the world.
“I love how you say my name,” Eliza says in a low, sensual voice. “I love watching you inside me, feeling you,” she moans the words and bites her lip.
I watch her, feel her legs circle around me.
Fuck, I am the luckiest man in the whole goddamn world. We aren’t fucking anymore. This is pure, raw lovemaking, the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The pain of my past, the pain of the near-present, it all fucking fades away.
I hold my woman, and I know that she’s strong. Eliza went through every last thing that might break her, and here she is, okay.
I know that she thought she may have ruined us forever with what she did to save me, but I’m proud of my baby. What she did? Fuck, I could never have done. In some ways, Eliza is stronger than me. That fractured, traumatic shit her brain did to her allowed her to actually convince Zario for just long enough that he’d get a taste of her and that she’d finish the job.
All her life, people have underestimated my baby. But I will never underestimate Eliza Lang. I am going to be the king she needs, because she’s my fucking queen.
We’ll own this world, just you watch.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to lose myself inside the love of my life. Who trusts me as completely as I trust her. We’ve been through everything together, and we’ll share even more.
Thirty-Six
Eliza - Epilogue
Three months later
We are never going to stop fighting.
We can’t.
The Cabeza Dios and Bonita Muerte cartels will always be after us, until we eliminate them. An insurmountable goal to anyone else.
“You and me against the world, baby,” Grayson says, a wide smile taking up his gorgeous face, putting a sparkle in his eyes, and heating my skin at the sight of him. I love him so goddamn much that the sight of him right now, just him smiling, is enough to make my knees weak. Literally, if I wasn’t sitting down already, I might fall over. As it is, I’m melting in my seat looking at him.
We’re in California. Bali’s a paradise for another day, but…well, it isn’t the destination for today. We’ve got moves to make in this part of the world, still.
We’re playing it as safe as we can.
The cool leather of the Mercedes on my skin while we glide up and down the San Francisco hills, the picturesque Edwardian architecture rolling over the hills and the sparkling crystal blue bay, the salty air, it’s all too perfect that even danger isn’t enough to pause our fervently beating hearts.
Grayson’s hand squeezes my bared knee—I’m wearing shorts at his request, though he will find me in a skirt soon after. For now, let him think that shorts are the best thing. I can wear a casual skirt, not just the ice demoness attire.
Grayson tells me how he likes seeing me relaxed, and I’m certainly happy to make him happy. We share something warm between us that I don’t even have words for, but it satisfies me deep in my soul. I’d do anything for him.
But, yes, we’ll have to fight. And we will, until we spit the last drop of blood out at their corpses.
Because we have more than just our own lives to fight for. Grayson’s hand trails up to my stomach, to the unborn life we’ve fostered inside me, and we know.
Family. What neither of us truly had before. We became each other’s family, and know we’re growing it.
I can’t imagine anything more perfect.
We drive down to the Ferry Terminal by Bay Bridge.
Everyone else loves Golden Gate, and she’s doubtless a big, red beauty. But I love and adore Bay Bridge more than anything else. We had this surreal normal moment where we were like just any other couple, eating falafel and talking about our future. We put to rest to our pained pasts and put them behind us, and we celebrated our future.
Happily Ever After isn’t a right.
It’s a privilege.
It’s a privilege to love and be loved by Grayson Teague.
To carry his baby.
To fight our war together.
Thirty-Seven
Zario
It’s a hard job, being me.
I’m fucking serious. You don’t believe me?
I run a fucking cartel. You don’t get to where I am by being a boring little asswipe. You gotta take risks. You gotta be a little loco. You need to be willing to be an animal.
Comprende, bonita?
See, I don’t think you do. I don’t think you understand that this shit isn’t checkers. Its chess.
And in chess, you gotta be three moves ahead of your adversary. You need to think what they do and what you’re gonna do to them.
For example, let’s take my sicario and that little errand girl of his.
I knew that bitch didn’t have the cajones to play this game. She wouldn’t kill Grayson Teague. She loves him. I left two soldiers behind, knowing they were dead men.
That was my fucking trap.
Because I didn’t have the formula. I just had a small bump of coke squared. Think of how much trouble it would take to get the shit and then test it in a lab and then trial and error it all out to build the infrastructure needed to get it out on the streets.
No. Bonita Muerte doesn’t do research and fucking development. We break skulls.
We don't create. We destroy and take.
So Grayson and his bitch think they got away from us.
They have no idea that I’m still on them. That the first thing I did after leaving was post another soldier in the distance, without any backup, to watch and wait.
He followed them. He watched Grayson fucking die and then come back to life.
He’s tailing them from a distance in San Francisco right now.
Let them go ahead and build their cartel. Get all the shit in place. I’ll continue to sell regular cocaine. And when they’re least expecting it, I’ll gather their enemies and come for them.
Because you need to remember one thing.
The statute of limitations on disloyalty never expires.
So they better watch their backs. Because I’m not giving up. And the one time they get too comfortable and forget…
That’s where I’ll be.
And then?
Time to die.
From the Author
Thank you so much for reading Don’t Trust Him, book one in the King Vs. Queen series.
I’ll be writing four more books in this series. Here are the titles of all the bo
oks in the King Vs. Queen series:
Book 1, Don’t Trust Him
Book 2, Don’t Touch Him
Book 3, Don’t Kiss Him
Book 4, Don’t Want Him
Book 5, Don’t Love Him
If you enjoyed this book, please consider leaving a review, and maybe telling a friend. I write stories because I love hearing from readers that they enjoyed it.
Thanks again for reading!
- Bonnie Kennedy
California, 2018
About the Author
BONNIE KENNEDY has loved romance novels her entire life. As a little girl, she would sneak romance novels from her mother’s bookshelf and read them while in school. The middle daughter of three children, Bonnie grew up in an Army household, changing schools frequently. She spent her early years in Germany before following her father’s Army posting throughout the American South and Midwest.
Bonnie has been writing romance since 2011. During that time she has also been a science journalist and copywriter among other occupations. She lived briefly in the Midwest until moving to California with Clyde in 2018.
Bonnie writes romantic suspense with dark and twisty vibes. She’s silly and fun when she wants to be and an amazing woman naturally.
At the time of this writing, she’s also rolling her eyes because Clyde is the one writing her author biography and he is very much in love with her so he’s sort of biased.
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