Bonded mates soon began joining the dance floor after the King and Arabella had danced together for quite some time.
"You look breathtaking tonight," Enzo murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against her hair. His arm tightened around her waist possessively. "I can't wait to get you out of this dress."
Arabella laughed softly.
"Someone is already failing the bet again."
"To hell with the bet," Enzo replied, his voice low and dangerous. "And when the time comes, I'm going to make you beg for it."
A challenge flashed in Arabella's eyes.
"You can certainly try."
A dark smile curved Enzo's lips.
The look he gave her was enough to send heat rushing through her body.
Before she could respond, he released her and made his way back toward the royal seat positioned at the front of the ballroom, leaving Arabella standing there momentarily dazed.
