Obsession (Royally Hot #3) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royally Hot Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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Obsession (Royally Hot #3)

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Dani Wyatt

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The day I met her was the best and the worst day of my life. The day the king, my father, married her mother.
Anika was the temptation I didn’t see coming. She had the wisdom of an owl, the spirit of a wolf and the majesty of an eagle. With copper hair, the freckles of youth and the curves of a woman, my dreams night and day were filled with what I wanted from her.
What I wanted to do with her. To her. What I knew we could never have.
The corpses piled up over the years as I carried out my silent, sworn duty to protect her at all costs. But when she flees from her royal fate, what was once off limits is now my sole purpose.
We will run. As long and hard as we must, until we find our own happily ever after. Even if it takes a lifetime.
Readers: The third standalone book in the Royally Hot series is here! He’s as obsessed as they come. We’re talking full-on stalker with no shame. So, tighten your corsets, grab a chalice of wine and get ready for a hot, wild ride in this safe, no cheating ever, fantasy historical romp from Dani Wyatt & Nikolai Andrew.
Note: This story was previously published as Royal Obsession. It has since been recovered, reedited in parts, rewritten in parts, bonus additional epilogue added and minor plot points tweaked throughout. The main storyline and characters remain the same.
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CHAPTER 1

Anika

“I doubt anyone is forcing my brother Maskim to go. Or wear something ridiculous like this dress.” I glared at it as though it was my sworn enemy even though it was blindingly beautiful. The venom I spewed about my attire barely distracted me from my thundering heart, calling him my brother instead of my...

Maria shrugged. “You know your brother—”

“Step brother,” I corrected her but I was honestly more correcting myself. The thoughts I had for him were unseemly enough. As the blood rushed to my face, I tried to channel it into anger and a childish tantrum. “If nobody is making him go, then they can’t make me either!”

“Your mother insists—”

“I don’t care what my mother says!” I shouted, throwing my arms wide. Maria frowned and I instantly felt guilty. She was my best friend, and right now I was treating her like just another servant. “Sorry, it’s not your fault.”

She sighed. “I know you don’t like it, but you know how she is about these things. And if you’re not ready…”

“You’re the one who’ll get it in the neck. I know, I know. What is this dreadful event about anyway?”

Maria glanced at the door, then crossed the room to come closer, lowering her voice. She was at least six inches shorter than me, and plump in the kind of way my mother wished I could be. My mother made no secret of the fact she disapproved of my looks. She probably wished I had hair more like my maid’s as well, brown and elegant, pulled back in a neat braid down her back instead of wild, loose and as red as fox fur.

My father’s hair.

My real father, that is. The one who went off to war before I was born and never came back. The man who sounded a lot like me, from the stories I’d heard.

Perhaps if he’d lived, I’d just be a foreign dignitary in this country, free to love whoever I want. Maksim would not be my brother by every law under the sun.

Who knows, maybe he’d even like me, and not treat me like the dirt he just wiped off his boot.

“Nobody seems to know,” Maria said. “Maybe some of the guards to the king and queen, but not anyone I have a chance of speaking with. All I’ve heard is that it’s a delegation from Nemenia, and I’m to make sure you look pretty when they arrive.”

I laughed. “Pretty? What am I, five?”

“Those are my instructions. From your mother. The queen.”

“Nobody thinks I’m pretty, Maria. Nobody ever has and nobody ever will. Whatever this thing is, I’ll go if it makes my mother happy but I won’t wear this.”

I stared at the dress in the mirror, all puffed sleeves and blue velvet, frills at the bust to draw attention to what exactly? No amount of padding and shaping was going to give me the kind of breasts the court thought womanly. My mother didn’t even buy me this dress. It came from one of my apparent suitors.

Yuck, even the idea of being tied to a man made me shiver with disgust.

Most men anyway. But there was no point thinking about him. My stepbrother. He hated me, and sometimes how I wished the feeling was mutual.

But, it is not.

“Well, you can’t wear breeches and a man’s shirt,” Maria said in frustration. “Pick something your mother will at least grudgingly accept. Please. Just think, Maksim might be there. If he is, you want to look—”

“I don’t care,” I said, feigning disinterest. “If he’s there or not, I don’t care. He wouldn’t even notice if I was naked.”

The very idea. Naked with him…

I shivered.

“I think he would notice that,” Maria said with a deep breath. “I think he’d notice a lot.”

“I don’t. And I don’t care anyway.”

“Then do it for me.”

“Ugh, very well.” I tried to control my breathing, still stuck in the fantasy of being naked with him. What would I see in his eyes? “I’ll wear the gray one.”

“The gray one? That…it’s like a fabric box!”

“I’ll allow you to cinch it at the waist. But not too much.”


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