Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1848

"What is it you want to ask?" Andre murmured.

"Honey, have you ever met Kristen's father?"

"I have."

"The King?" Mia shot up, staring at him wide-eyed.

Andre looked at his wife calmly. "That's not the point. What do you actually want to know?"

"Well..." Mia settled back against his chest. "I want to know what kind of person Kristen is. What are her parents like? Would they object to her being with Cooper? Honestly, I'm just worried my brother is going to get his heart broken."

Andre pulled her closer. He shifted his weight, his large frame smoothly moving over hers. "You need to trust Cooper. He's far smarter than even I give him credit for. In a kingdom, the King holds the ultimate authority. But the most dangerous person... is the strategist."

By the time he finished speaking, he had fully pinned his wife to the mattress.

"Honey? We just did it this morning, and now you want to— mmph— wait— mmph—"

Mia's protests were swiftly drowned in a suffocating wave of passion. She was entirely at his mercy, swept up in the rapid, breathtaking rhythm of his movements.

Under his dominant touch and heated kisses, she couldn't push him away even if she tried. She gasped for breath. "Honey, slow down, please."

But faced with his captivating wife, Andre's hunger was insatiable. He held her tightly, the seductive tension between them burning so fiercely he felt the desperate urge to meld her into his very skin, so they would never be apart.

Mia's thoughts scattered into a hazy blur. She bit her lip, her small fists clutching the sheets as he claimed her completely.

He captured her lips again, drinking in the soft, breathless sounds of her pleasure. Her face burned hot with a beautiful, radiant flush, driving him to push her further.

If it weren't for his Mia, he would never have known life could hold such intense, intoxicating bliss.

It was Henry. He had no idea why his parents' door was suddenly impenetrable.

Mia quickly got out of bed, grabbed a thick, fleece-lined maxi dress from the closet, and hurried over. Seeing the deadbolt thrown from the inside, she realized her husband must have locked it before he left for work—specifically to keep their little terror out while she slept.

In the Cedillo household, boundaries were strictly respected. No one ever entered the master bedroom without permission. No one, except Henry, who treated his parents' room like an extension of his own playroom.

Since Andre frequently tasked him with going upstairs to wake Mia up for meals, the kid had made a habit of barging in unannounced.

"Mommy?"

"I'm coming," Mia unlocked the door, letting her son in.

Henry was bundled in his new winter coat, his little cheeks flushed and a runny nose proving he had clearly been playing outside in the cold for a while. "Who dressed you?"