No more thoughts.
Only forward steps.
The future was as bright as fresh blood with me as the next queen.
La mia spietata regina, as my husband called me.His ruthless queen.
The end.
A hand slipped around my waist, and I smiled at the touch.
Olivier Nemours.
He nipped at my ear. “You have bled for your husband yet?”
I had known Olivier since I was able to remember memories. His family was friends with mine. The Nemours were patrons of the arts, and they adored the opera. I had always known I wanted him as a lover after he stuck his tongue in my ear and made an obscene gesture with it. But at the time, I could not give in to desire and allow him to fuck me. I had to be intact—internally I laughed at the memory of my first time…with myself!
“I have,” I breathed out, anticipation already creeping over my skin like a poisonous scorpion. Will it bite or not?
“What do you say, after the party, we have one of our own?”
“Will it be only the two of us?”
“Never,” he said.
“I accept the invitation then.”
“You would take a banana for me, would you not, you dirty girl.” He ran his hand over my breast, twisting my hardenedcapezzolountil my mouth parted and a hissed-out breath escaped my lips. “You will be the most stunning woman of all at our private party.”
“You spoil me,” I said, nipping at his lip.
“I will tonight.” He brought his lip closer, letting me nibble at it. “You will enjoy my cock in your ass—I will not take a chance ofgetting you pregnant. My family will kill me if I cause more trouble with the Faustis.”
He meant that literally, but I did not understand what issue the Fausti family was having with the Nemours. I might have to shelve our tryst for a later date if the issue was enough to start a war. In that, I was loyal to the man and his family that slipped the ring on my left finger. And what a stunner it was. Every flame in the place was attracted to it. It caused rainbows in whichever room I walked into.
“Trouble?” I asked.
He took me by the hair and used it to roughly set me against the wall. His free hand snaked up my leg through the slit in my dress, and he pushed my underwear to the side, stroking my barefica. He pulled my head back a bit, and my chin rose, my lips parting. I moaned deep and low when his finger went beyond myficaand started to massage between my ass cheeks. He stuck a finger inside of me and I moaned even louder.
“One touch,” he said, pumping into me harder. “He has given me a masterpiece to work with after his touch lingers. Is he as good as the women tell me he is?”
“He is,” I barely got out. “He has wrecked my body, and one touch from anyone else sets me off. That is how sensitive I am now.”
“Good.” He pulled his finger from inside of me and turned me around roughly to face the wall. I set my hands against it, and after he used his knee to nudge me, he lifted my gown and spread my ass cheeks. He inserted a toy inside of me, and after slapping my ass and covering me, grabbed me by the waist and led me out of a private room I had been using to get ready for the party.
He did not even bother to wash his hands.
Nemours was a dirty boy.
I liked it, but I also wanted to be careful. I loved myself too much to let anything happen to such a work of art. I had not even been married a year. I was going to be inside of those pages—the Fausti history books. “You have proof that our party is clean?”
“I do.”
“I want to see them before the festivities get started.”
“Of course.”
“What about you?” I asked, already feeling overheated from the toy he had inserted inside of me. It was radiating pleasure from my ass to my core, making my thighs tremble. I could almost not wait until later.
