“For now, Catriona will show you to your rooms,” Mother said as I kept thinking about our new queen naked and riding my cock. “You can bathe or nap. Catriona will help you find some things to borrow until your wardrobe is ready. Anything you require in order to feel comfortable in our home this evening, speak it, and Catriona will make sure you are taken care of.”
“Do you have any history books about my family? I’d like to know more about my mother and father. The planet. Everything.” Paige frowned and seemed to transform into an entirely different person, changing from defiant and determined, to playful between one heartbeat and the next. “I’d also like a toothbrush and some comfy pajamas.” She ran her hand through her riot of red curls. My hand twitched at myside, eager to repeat the motion. “Shampoo? Slippers? I’m not really hungry, but I could really use some dark chocolate right now. And maybe a margarita.” She grinned, the mischief back in her eyes. “Or a few shots of whiskey? An entire bottle of wine? I’m not picky.” She rubbed her hand over her eyes and sighed. “I know it’s what, mid-afternoon here? Is it too early to start drinking?”
Catriona came forward and held out her hand. “Come, Princess. I will show you to your rooms and make sure you have everything you need.”
To my disappointment, Paige took my sister’s hand and allowed herself to be led away… out of my reach.
First time in my life I felt the urge to do harm to one of my sweet sisters.
11
Paige, Ten Hours Later
For some reason,with a little distance from Addan, I had clarity. Some, at least. I was still driven by the lusty need to have him bend me over every posh horizontal surface in my bedroom. It had high ceilings, a supersized bed with plush and sumptuous bedding that would be perfect to be tucked beneath with Addan.
What was wrong with me? Addan, Addan, Addan!
Yes, that was what I sounded like when he made me come.
Focus. The room. It had a fireplace. Thick area rugs. Glossy floors. Floor to ceiling windows that looked out upon… well, it was too dark to see, but I was sure the grounds outside were also aristocratic and spectacular.
I couldn’t settle. The bed was going to swallow me with the thick goose down. Wait. Did they have geese here?
“Geese,” I muttered. “I’m thinking about geese. And sex with Addan. All the sex with Addan.”
Thankfully he was somewhere else in this gigantic castle—probably planning their stupid war—and couldn’t hear my stupid thoughts or the whimpering need of my desperate vagina.
I might have been born to be their queen, which was ridiculous all by itself. However, that meant I was also supposed to rule an entire planet. Again, ridiculous.
I could barely pay my bills. Keep a roof over my head. Remember to buy milk or pick up quarters for the old-fashioned laundromat I used to wash my Trus-T-Kleen uniform. At home, I didn’t have time to rest. Lounge around. Think about how to rule an entire freaking planet.
Yet here I was, idle. I didn’t like to be idle, even for a night.
I didn’t know how to be idle. I’d spent as much time as I could stand reading about the royal family and the history of Insuri. Despite the fact that all the women in the history books looked shockingly similar to me, I still felt like I was reading about strangers. My brain was full of random facts and images going back hundreds of years. Mentally, I was exhausted. Physically, I had energy to burn. I was used to working all day, not sitting around sipping tea and reading books. Chill and relax were two words not in my vocabulary.
“Two jobs does that to a woman,” I grumbled. My night with Addan had me craving more. I needed to do something. To stop this ache.
Food. I could shove food in my mouth instead of Addan’s dick.
Although, he tasted so good. Then he’d reward me for my efforts, shove that glorious dick in my–
“Gah!” I tossed my hands in the air. I had to stop. If he wanted me, he would already be here, in my room. In my goddamn bed, like he was last night.
I was hungry–and not for dick. The meal Addan’s mother served–or her servants served–had been something from afive-star, gourmet restaurant. Beautifully presented with tiny portions and fancy sauces.
It was delicious, but I had no idea what I ate. Did Insuri have cows? Chickens?
“They have geese,” I said aloud.
What had I eaten? Not dark chocolate. That was for sure. And the wine they brought me tasted like someone stirred the contents of the glass with a piece of charred wood. In the end, I’d settled for water and a cup of tepid tea made from the bark of some fancy Insuri tree leaves. Bitter and unsettled. Like my nerves.
I’d all but squirmed in my seat in my pretty borrowed dress as I watched Addan eat and lick his lips. And swallow. And… breathe.
I needed junk food. Something sweet and salty and could take care of all my cravings.
I stared at the closed double doors that led into the central hallway. I could go out there. I was the queen. Surely, they wouldn’t mind if I found their kitchen and had a late-night snack.
My stomach grumbled again, louder this time. “Food. I need food.” My pussy clenched. “I need sex, too. But food. I’ll take food.”
