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‘So how do you know her relationship with Tarn is more than that?’ I asked.
‘Well, for one, she gets the same glazed look in her eye as you did with yours,’ he winked. ‘And two, about eight months ago the maids of the Royal House started reporting that they suddenly had to remake ruffled beds despite no one staying in the house. It sounded suspiciously like when you were living here, so I investigated. No one else knows. Not even Slaviya.’
I knew the royal maids swore to the Goddess Wystia to always uphold confidentiality, so I was confident no one else would find out.
‘It seems we’re definitely more alike than I initially thought,’ I laughed. ‘Has she not learnt how to use her magic to return things back to their former state yet?’
His lips twitched. ‘You’re forgetting that little trick is a Valare specialty. Your sister doesn’t have that luxury.’
Oh, right. ‘Sometimes I forget what’s normal and what … isn’t.’ I lifted a shoulder with a sheepish look. ‘Anyway, I trust you’ll continue to keep an eye on this situation and update me. No one needs to know. Especially Slaviya. And please for the love of the Goddess, can Lyz ensure she’s receiving her contraceptive remedy? My plate is already full right now, I don’t need a royal baby conceived out of wedlock thrown into the mix.’
‘Of course, Little One. Lyzia takes care of your sister’s health personally, just as she did you. There will be no unexpected offspring.’
Releasing a big breath, I nodded, satisfied. ‘Good. On that note, I best be off as time is getting away from me and I have a very important meeting.’
Varqel’s eyes flashed with amusement. Standing up, he pulled me into a hug, murmuring in my ear, ‘It was good to see you, my dear. I know it’s difficult, but please don’t be a stranger. I’ll pass on your greetings to the others. I know they’re wanting to see you. Remember if there’s anything you need from me, you’re always welcome in my home. Your room looks the same as when you last saw it.’
With a last squeeze, I pulled away to look into the eyes of the man who had become more of a father to me than my biological one. ‘I promise I’ll try to come back sooner. It hurts me just as much being away from you. Please take care of Dwyla and send correspondence if my other sister steps foot on the island. I want to be across what she’s doing.’
‘Of course, Valare. Now, go enjoy yourself. Be with your man.’ He smiled at me fondly.
‘Thanks, V. I’ll see you soon.’ Kissing my fingers, and placing them to my heart, I teleported straight to the one place and person I had been desperate to see.
Chapter 4
Walking into my favourite room in the household set aside for visiting Salistyan royalty, I could feel Sir’s presence in the corner, hiding in the shadows. At the foot of the bed lay a blindfold and a rope. My excitement escalated as I stripped out of my clothes, placed the blindfold on, and kneeled on the floor facing the bed with my hands held behind my back. This wasn’t my first rodeo. Nor was it his.
Using his magic, he swept air down my chest, circling and teasing my nipples as he came over to fleetingly caress my hands. This was the only gentle gesture I was granted before he roughly tied them together with the rope. He was definitely angry.
‘Stand,’ heordered.
Taking in a deep breath, stopping a moan from leaving my lips, I obeyed. I could feel him walk around to my front. My magic sensed that he had sat on the foot of the bed where the blindfold was a moment ago.
His hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward so that I was hinging at the hips, head down and breasts falling onto the top of his thighs. Groaning, he cupped both of my breasts, lightly teasing my nipples. I inhaled sharply.
‘Two fucking months is too long, Valare,’ he grumbled.
I opened my mouth to reply, before my head was shoved further down to take his cock in my mouth. I let out a moan.
‘Too fucking long,’ he groaned, as he started to lift my head up and down, fucking my face in a slow, torturous rhythm.
I was completely at his mercy as he took what he wanted, letting out his pent-up frustration. I tightened my mouth, creating a suction on his cock, my sole focus bent on making him feel good. Using my body to ask for forgiveness, to apologise.
Before I could react to what was happening, he pulled me off him and threw me on the bed. My back hit the mattress while my legs splayed out to the sides. Without missing a beat, he moved to straddle my chest, cupped my chin and opened my mouth, forcing his way back inside of me.
His thrusts quickened, his breath sharpening as he continued to move. Evidently, he had no regard for my comfort which, at this point, was heading straight to the uncomfortable zone. Tears leaked out of my eyes, my jaw opened to its limit, my gag reflex well and truly engaged.
I guess this is what I deserve, though. For him to take his frustration out on me. It’s my fault that I couldn’t find a quiet moment in two months to have some privacy with him. It’s my fault I’m a royal. It’s my fault that we fell in love.
It’s all your fault.His words from our last conversation played over and over in my mind.
Suddenly, he roughly withdrew himself and moved down the bed. He shoved two fingers in my mouth, collecting the juices his thrusts had created before plunging deep inside my core. After a couple of quick, rough thrusts, his fingers were gone, replaced with his cock. Slamming into me in one hard, heavy thrust, I couldn’t suppress the slight wince and groan elicited by his brutality.
Noticing my discomfort, his deep, dominant voice rose between the sounds our bodies were making. ‘So, are you going to apologise for being a bad girl? For keeping what’s mine away from me?’
I could only moan in response, overcome with the pool of pleasure spreading through my core. A sharp smack landed on my clit. I shrieked.
‘Use your words, Valare. Are you going to apologise for not prioritising me and my needs? For letting that fucking Arloman scum put his cock in what is clearly mine?’ he roared. His thrusts sped up, a giveaway that he was close to reaching the edge.