“One that can never happen again.” Azurill’s dark tone surprised me, but he looked at Fiala, running a hand over her hair with a gentleness so at odds with what I’d once imagined. “Never again.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Azurill
Any mention of Pearl Court and what happened there was pretty much guaranteed to put me in a dark mood. When Jacinth, of all people, brought it up, with her hauntingly familiar hair and eyes, it was nearly too much.
The lady managed to invoke so many emotions in me that I had no idea what to do with.
Watching Alwyn subtly flirt with her had made me want to ring his neck, even if she didn’t reciprocate. His sapphire eyes and boyish hair had managed to lure many a maiden to his bed and he wanted to put those skills to good use when it came to helping me find the right wife. It was his own way of testing their loyalty to me.
Watching him flirt with Amatista didn’t bother me at all, but with he turned his charms on Jacinth, I found myself imagining different ways to kill him. Some part of me clearly viewed her asmine, and since I still didn’t know what she was involved in, that was definitely concerning.
The only other competitor I really had as a backup if this blew up in my face was Sania, at least so far. Watching Alwyn flirting with her, I felt a twinge of annoyance, but nothing like when he aimed those deep-blue eyes of his at Jacinth.
And now here she sat, asking me about the biggest regret of my life. A dark mark on my reign that could never be erased.
I had no idea how to answer her, not when I refused to speak of that night ever again. So, I remained quiet, hoping she would turn the conversation in another direction.
“I should probably get this little one to bed,” Jacinth eventually murmured, watching Fiala with a quirk of her lips.
She was so beautiful that it was sometimes difficult to look at her. Watching her with Fiala was like watching a future I ached for, even if I knew the likelihood of it happening was small. I was supposed to be finding out what she was hiding, but all I could think about was the kiss we’d shared.
That night was etched in my memory in vivid detail, and I found myself desiring nothing more than to repeat it.
“Let me help you,” I told her, lifting Fiala so I could carry her back, her head resting on my shoulder as her messy, violet hair cascaded down her back.
I offered my free hand to help Jacinth up and then moved it to her lower back to guide her back to her rooms. It was too easy to imagine a future like this. Especially as we got to her rooms and laid Fiala down in her bed.
As my hand skated across Jacinth’s back, moving to tuck Fiala in, I heard her breath catch. I turned around to face her, and the look on her face was haunted, as if she’d seen a ghost.
“Are you alright, Mini-Dite?” I asked softly, but with enough humor, that she could brush it off if she wanted, or feel free to explain.
She laughed through her nose, looking up at me with eyes made of liquid pearl. My hand found its way to her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering closed as my fingers sank into her cotton candy-pink curls. I leaned in, brushing my nose across her cheek, gratified when she leaned into it.
Our lips were so close, the breath escaping through her lips teased mine. It was a tantalizing torture as she moved her face the slightest bit to the side, leaving me to find the corner of her mouth instead.
“Veri,” she panted, and my lips twitched. Very-Full-of-Himself, but she was the only one I wanted full of me. As she moved to escape me, I pulled her back sharply, her gasp of shock caught in my mouth as I crashed my lips to hers. The moan she let out was one of both pleasure and torment, and I couldn’t agree more.
Whatever game lay between us, whatever untruths circulated, neither of us could deny the chemistry that pulled us together.
My tongue chased hers with a ferocity I’d never experienced before, desperate to taste and touch her in any way I could. My hands slid down her curves to her ass, grabbing her and lifting her up. I walked her out of the room, far away from little eyes and ears. Our mouths barely separated asshe wrapped her legs around me, her hands clutching my head to keep me in place.
As if I wanted to be anywhere else.
I took us to the sofa, my body following hers down until I was pressing her into it. My cock was so hard it could cut the diamonds I was known for, and I couldn’t help but thrust against the wet heat I knew was waiting beyond the underthings keeping her from me.
Her moan was music to my ears as she thrust back against me, and my hands flowed down her curves to where her dress was rucked up around her waist, finding her bare legs and running my palms down her thighs, then pushing them further apart so I would have no resistance to the paradise awaiting me.
“Azurill,” Jacinth moaned, throwing her head back as I thrust against her hard, kissing my way down her neck, nipping at the perfect, pale skin on offer, wanting nothing more than to mark it up and leave some trace of myself on her.
“Fuck,” she panted, and I looked up from her neck, smirking at her.
“Such language for a lady,” I teased, before nipping at her cleavage, drawing a breathy gasp from her plump lips.
“You like it.” She accused, fondly, if I wasn’t mistaken. My smile widened, and I looked into those glowing pearls looking down at me.
“Guilty.” I grabbed hold of her bodice with my teeth, dragging it down and exposing a gorgeous breast I needed to become intimately acquainted with. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, and she clutched my head as she moaned once more, squirming against me and rubbing against my cock until I groaned from the exquisite torture.
