Pressing my ear to the heavy wood, I debate when I should go in there. “Your Majesty,” Merritt leans over, his voice nervous as he addresses me.
“Hmm?”
“This is the quietest he’s been in…”
“Hours,” Knowles interjects.
Merritt bobs his head up and down, “hours. I’m sure it’s safe for you to go in there.”
I smother the laugh bubbling up with a hand and look seriously between the boys. “Thank you, though I’m nottooworried about my safety around here.”
“But we are,” Knowles adds, his expression equally as serious.Teenagers.I think, patting each of their shoulders, before setting my hand on the doorknob.
“You both are dismissed." Neither moves, and I sigh, putting my back to the doors, and twist. "Go. Now." The command firm as I push the doors in.
I don’t wait to see if they’ve listened, because the moment I’m in the room, Rorin whirls on me. His eyes flash with fury, and the stress I’ve caused him is evident in the lines of his face.
"What?"
His jaw drops,"what?"
"Look—" I say, spinning in my spot as my hands gesture up and down at my body, "I came back, and I'm in one piece."
"Get on the bed."
"I'm sorry?" The question sputters past my lips; his demand throwing me off.I couldn't possibly have heard that right.
Rorin's hands fly out to his sides, "bleeding gods Eveera!" his voice rising as he crosses the short distance. "Foronce,do what you're told and get on the fucking bed."
The heat in his eyes sends electricity through my nerves, and I slip out from underneath his arms. My feet back up slowly until the fabric of my dress hits the end of the bed. Grabbing my skirts, I slide my ass up onto the blankets and prop myself on the edge. "Now what?" I taunt. He rakes his fingers through his hair,tugging slightly on the cropped curls, before rushing back across the room.
A wicked smile graces my lips when I feel the sharp, cool, metal point of his dagger poised right underneath my chin. Hot breath fans across my cheeks, sending goosebumps all over my body as I whisper, "well… ?"
Rorin's head tilts slightly, and I watch the challenge light in his eyes before the sound of fabric tearing hits my ears. Stunned, I look down to see whatwasmy gown – is now a robe. "I really liked that dress."
"I'll buy you a new one." He quips. Using the tip of his dagger, he flicks either side of the now split fabric, causing it to fall open. The only thing between us now is his clothes, and the thin slip underneath my dress covering me.
Rorin drops down to one knee, his other quickly following until he’s— "What are you doing?" The pitch in my voice rises as he grabs hold of my scantily clad body, pulling my ass an inch closer to him.
His rough palms slide over the crease of my hips and fan over the tops of my thighs. "You've tormented me enough today — I think it's only fair that it's nowmyturn."
My stomach dips the longer he looks up at me, gripping firmly onto my legs. "Andthisis your idea of torment?"Because it's working.
"Absolutely."
I gawk at the two of us and ouralmostposition. "What if I say no?"
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes darkening, "then I'll find a different way to drive you as mad as you've driven me." A beat of silence passes between us before he fills the space with, "are you telling me no?"
I shake my head, and that's all the invitation he needs to slide his right palm over my stomach, pulling the slip up with it. "Fuck…"
"Such language over such a simple thing… and we haven't even begun yet." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my leg, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
A breathy laugh escapes me as my head falls back. "Is this my punishment—" I gasp, as he nips at the other side, his hands traveling back to my sides until his fingers are digging mercilessly into me, "the teasing?"
He shakes his head, his hair tickling my leg. "I—ah—expected you to yell at me for disappearing without mention again or at least some kind of argument."
Rorin looks up through his lashes, a devious look painted across his face. "It will be hard to argue with my mouth full."
