He sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I cried out, my pussy clenching around his fingers, but there was a void in me that yearned for more. I needed Ambrose; I needed all of him. A wave of lust shot through me, my skin feeling hot and sensitive to the point I couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t give me what I needed, my flames would burn me into nothing but ash.
“Our room,” I moaned. “Take me to our room, my love.”
Ambrose chuckled, his tongue licking up my neck to the shell of my ear. Biting down, Ambrose transferred us to our room,the world whirling by until we sat on the edge of his bed. He twisted, laying me on the silky sheets as his mouth crashed into mine. I opened for him, our teeth clashing together, our tongues dancing wildly as I let him take control.
Breaking away from my lips, I whined at the loss of him, sulking when Ambrose stepped away from the bed. I let out a frustrated sigh, coming up on my elbows to glare at him. Ambrose merely smirked down at me, pulling his shirt over his head. But two could play this game.
Returning his wicked grin with one of my own, I moved to my knees, removing my dress slowly. Ambrose’s stare burned into me, watching me closely, and I matched his heated gaze, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Letting my dress hit the floor, I stripped off my undergarments while making a show of it, provoking Ambrose in any way I could. Entirely bare, I lay back on the bed, spreading my knees apart. Ambrose’s pupils flared, his eyes darkening as he took me in.
My hands drifted down my body, touching and kneading my most sensitive areas until my fingers reached my pussy. Opening my thighs wider, I slipped a finger inside, moaning. Ambrose groaned while he fisted his cock, pumping and watching my every move.
My pulse quickened, and I added a finger, pushing deeper and faster. Pleasure splintered up my body, flaming that hunger for more. My other hand drifted back up my body, reaching for the peak of my breast when a sharp, biting pain wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from moving. Gasping, I looked down, finding a chain of ice circling my wrist, connecting to the headboard behind me.
Ambrose’s smile turned sinful as the ice shortened, forcing my arm above my head. Another bite of pain wrapped around my other wrist, pulling it away from my center, until both of myhands were chained and above my head. My heart pounded, the cold leaking into my skin, taking my breath away.
Ambrose let out a dark laugh and moved toward the bed. A ring of frigid water formed around him, crawling up the bed. My eyes widened as it drew near, inching its way toward my legs. It wasn’t fear that left me breathless from the cold, nor was it worry about what would happen once the ice had me trapped. A thrill zipped through me, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
The bed dipped when the ice reached my legs, climbing around them until they reached my thighs. I sucked in a breath from the chill, but my body heated when Ambrose hovered above me. His nose flared, breathing me in as his eyes closed. A rush of lust filled me, my skin feeling tight and stretched thin. I arched off the bed, moving to close the distance between us, when Ambrose’s hand pushed me back to the bed, holding me still.
I whimpered at his touch, my skin tingling where our skin connected. Leaning down, Ambrose blew cold air along the peaks of my breasts, and I whimpered as the sensitive peaks hardened.
“Ambrose,” I whimpered. “No more teasing.” I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My body felt as if it were moments away from erupting into flames.
Ambrose chuckled, the ice moving further up my leg, moving them to where he wanted. There was a wild look in his eyes, a look that made me quiver beneath him. Moving his cock between my slick folds, he groaned, and the ice tightened around my skin. Lining up to my core, his heated gaze met mine before growing distant, his mind taking him away from me.
My chest tightened, and I fought against the ice, hoping to slip free so I could hold him and bring him back to me. However, the ice wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I fought, I couldn’tbreak free. My flames thrashed in my veins, but I couldn’t risk releasing them, not unless I wanted to burn him with me.
“Ambrose, my love,” I murmured. “Come back to me. I need you to come back to me.”
Heart-wrenching seconds passed before Ambrose came back with a snarl. The ice around me tightened painfully, forcing a cry from my lips. Ambrose looked down at me, anger and outrage lacing his features. His hand snapped out, his fingers wrapping tight around my neck, but not enough to cut off my air. Thrusting all the way to the hilt, I screamed out, the sharp sting taking my breath away. But when he dragged out of me, the hurt quickly eased into pleasure.
Holding me in place, Ambrose slammed into me, his pace fast and unforgiving, stoking the flames burning inside me. My moans and mewls filled the room, winding me tighter and tighter until pleasure exploded within me. Ambrose’s hand tightened around my throat as his movements became rougher, pushing deeper until he yelled out, his seed spilling inside of me.
Resting his forehead against mine, we panted until our hearts slowed. When our breathing calmed, he moved off me; the ice disappearing like it was never there. Reddish-blue marks blemished my skin, but I loved it. I turned on my side, resting my head against his chest, and closed my eyes.
“When will we begin planning the wedding?”
“Let us get through the ball and deal with Cassia, and then we can start,” Ambrose murmured.
I hummed happily, the fire inside of me finally sated and content. I wrapped my arm around his stomach. It took centuries to get here, but I was finally going to be queen.
Chapter 27
Sybil
Iwas still in a daze—shocked by Ambrose and his spiral toward madness during the meeting—when Samian sat me on the chaise in my room. My breath came in short pants as I stared absently at the floor, my fists curling into tight balls on my thighs. I heard Samian whisper something to Ivara, but the words never made it to my ears. The only thing I could see—could hear—was that moment. It still burned into my mind, replaying on repeat; the blood, the shock in Lord Vito’s eyes—in everyone’s eyes, for that matter.
Ambrose was becoming more deranged by the day, and based on the other lord’s reactions, what happened in that office was something that had never happened before, at least not to someone from his inner circle. Ambrose called that meeting with them because they were on his side and shared his goal. None of them expected Ambrose to turn onthem, to betraythemlike he betrayed Queen Cassia.
An icy shiver ran down my spine when soft, warm hands covered mine, pulling me out of my mind. My gaze focused on Samian, who kneeled in front of me, concern drawing his brows together. Samian turned my hands over, setting a warm mug in one hand and bringing my other to wrap around it. I closed myeyes, letting the heat sink into my skin. A spicy chocolate aroma filled my nose, the scent helping my mind settle.
“Drink this,” Samian murmured, his hand cupping the side of my face. I leaned into it, letting my eyes close to savor his touch. His thumb ran softly along my face, letting me take the solace I needed to come out of the numbing shock I felt.
I opened my eyes and gave him a small smile, whispering a quick thank-you before lifting the cup to my lips. The first sip of melted chocolate eased the tension tearing through me, making me feel whole again. Samian stayed close beside me, watching me carefully, making sure I drank enough before sitting beside me. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he tucked me into his side, letting his thigh rest against mine.
Ivara sat in a chair across from me, her face tight. “He is getting worse,” she said softly, her tense gaze flittering along my body as if she were checking up on me or looking for any hint of injuries. If I hadn’t just witnessed a murder in cold blood, I would have laughed at how they were fussing over me.
“I’ve never seen him this way before,” Samian sighed. “He has always had this crazy streak, removing anyone that he viewed as an obstacle to his plan, but he never did the dirty work himself. There was always someone working in the shadows for him.”
