The Queen They Buried

Chapter 258

Aubree did not get much time to debate it. The moment Bowen’s lips touched hers, all thoughts evaporated. Bowen had finally cornered his prize, and he was not holding back.

He drank in every trace of her kiss, and even when the softness beneath his lips had gone slack, he refused to let her go.

Bowen used both hands to pin Aubree firmly against his chest. Adjusting their position, he flipped her beneath him, gripping her chin with one hand and forcing her lips to part, yielding to his invasion.

Bowen clung to her lips, insistent and hungry, as if trying to savor every last trace of her. Every movement was firm, unhurried, and impossibly focused.

By the time Bowen finally let go of Aubree’s lips, Aubree had gone totally limp.

Aubree gasped for air, her lips kiss–swollen and glistening. As Bowen watched her, his gaze darkened with something dangerous and possessive, a primal instinct flickering to life and quickly slipping beyond his control.

Aubree was pinned beneath Bowen, her face flickering with color–pale one moment, flushed the next. Her lips trembled as she spat out, “You shameless pervert!”

Bowen doubled down on his shameless act without a trace of embarrassment. “The woman I love is right here in my arms–if I didn’t react, now that would be the real problem,” he said.

Bowen spoke as if it was perfectly reasonable, making her feel like she was overreacting.

together, her face darkening in realization. ‘He kissed me again–and

dark eyes bore into Bowen. “So, you think

made her more irritated. ‘What’s there to laugh about? The first time he kissed me, he pretended to be drunk and

eyes and declared,

explode, Bowen’s words stopped her dead

‘Wait, what? He said it just like that? With zero warning? How am I supposed to

still start with some small talk. How come he didn’t even give me time to come up with an excuse to

not planned on saying it, but now that he had kissed Aubree, it felt almost

up with him. Looking into her eyes, he said, “I love you. Don’t be so quick to say no. I don’t

capable man kept solving all my problems, throwing cash like confetti, even if his name was something plain and ridiculous, I’d probably

wavered, and she murmured,

knew exactly what

intend to treat you like a junior

a junior at first. Then somehow, I turn into his wife.

really be helped. Bree, you won’t blame me for finding you too charming, will

her chin up with a sassy smirk. “It’s only natural to like

hand ruffling her hair.