Leaving me alone to run the kingdom as it should.
“Or I will kill you.” Serious eyes meet her as he raises the glass to his lips. “Just as I killed the others when their time lapsed. You are nothing special.”
Avina gapes like a fish out of water. So, hedidkilled his past wives. How would he kill her?
She should write to her father and demand sanctuary in the Ridge. Or broker a deal with that Salt Prince for safety in their region.
“What is your plan with me tonight, Rendel?”
He thunks his glass down upon a short table. “You brazen bitch! You refer to me as Your Highness or My Lord, even privately. Now, ask again.”
Avina’s fists are shaking with fury she did not know she possessed.
I could use my ability and slip out.
“Do not even think of using your pathetic excuse for an ability to escape your duties with me. Eventually, you’ll need to reappear, and my men will be ready for you. Now, repeat yourself.”
“What is your plan with me tonight, Your Highness?” She says through her teeth.
“Was that so hard, piggy?” He finishes the contents of his glass. “You have yet to be ready for me when I call upon you. That ends tonight.”
The door to his chambers opens again, and the redhead returns with a tan-skinned woman equally as appealing by Timber and Ridge palace standards. Their natural beauty is a knife to the gut for Avina who would never achieve their lithe grace.
Following them are two of Rendel’s younger, handsome guards dressed in tunics and trousers instead of armor.
Tonight, she found every person in this bedroom to be a foul-looking leech.
“Avina, you will watch as these women accept both my pleasure and seed.” He returns to his gigantic bed, flanked by the naked women.
Avina shakes her head, backing away. “This is sick. I may not have experience, but I know you do not arouse me.”
Only one man has stoked her inner fire with a passion that has left her pining ever since. The stolen moment in her father’s study with her mystery Salt warrior would linger in her veins forever.
Even if he held no interest in her beyond her womanhood.
“You are not leaving, Avina. And if you do, these men will snap your neck and make it look like an accident.”
She spins around as the guards grip her shoulders, dragging her to the bed. Each man pins one of her arms behind her back and takes a rough fistful of her hair. Their hands jerk her head backward, forcing her to shriek until she focuses on her husband and the two women coiled around him.
The sun-kissed woman begins by sucking his cock while the redhead kisses him with a passion Avina would never know for Rendel.
When she relinquishes his lips, she moves to his cock where both women lick his shaft earnestly. Their tongues tangled together with breathy giggles.
“Do you see their excitement? I do not need to instruct them as if they are children. They are focused solely on my needs, which arouse them more than any touch I could gift them.”
Perhaps if he were a different man, she would find the idea of submitting at his feet exhilarating.
But never for Rendel.
He is a cruel, uncaring monster who seeks a refined appearance more than anything good or pure.
He sticks two fingers in each woman’s core, eliciting moans from them. “Bring her to me.” He orders the guards.
They drag her to the side of the bed where Rendel awaits with two sticky fingers from between the sun-kissed lady’s legs.
“Suck them. I want you to know what a wet pussy should taste like.”
The men shove her forward so her husband can shove his fingers coated in another woman's wetness down her throat. Humiliated tears fall across her flushed cheeks as she chokes.
