Arienna frowns, working her lip nervously as I approach her. “Am I not allowed to say hi to him?”
“Say hi to him all you want,” I say, stopping right in front of her. Her head tilts far back to meet my gaze. Raising my hands, I brush both thumbs across her cheeks. “I just want to know what you were thinking about when you went this beautiful red.”
She swallows hard. Her mouth opens as a little flush of heat fills her cheeks.
“Shall I tell you what I was thinking about?”
She nods.
Leaning in, I swirl my tongue around her earlobe, then suck it into my mouth. The tightness in my shoulders and chest eases completely.
Then it forms again as three little words bang around in my skull. How does she say them so easily when merely thinking them makes me feel like I’m choking?
Focusing on what I know, I kiss my way down her neck before licking my way back up it. My breath tickling her ear once more, I murmur, “Me fucking you from behind while Jace sucks on your strap-on like a good fucking boy.”
Her mug slips from her fingers as she gasps. I snatch it out of the air before it can shatter all over her feet. Hot liquid splashes on my hand, and I make a mental note not to tease her while she’s holding something that can hurt her when dropped.
Stepping into the kitchenette, I place the mug in the sink. Then dry off my hand. She stays where she is, her eyes glazed with heat, her lips parted in little pants. Walking back to her, I kiss her on the mouth, letting my tongue slip inside her warmth. “Now what was my perfect little slut thinking about?”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lip before she rolls it into her mouth. My cock jerks, swollen and hard. “About you sitting on the sofa while I ride you, with my boobs in your mouth and your hands on my ass. Jace is sitting in the chair, watching us as he jerks himself off.”
“He doesn’t join in?”
“No.” She beams up at me, looking too damn cute. “We’re monopolists, remember?”
“Monogamists,” I murmur, my chest expanding so much it fucking hurts.
“Yeah, that.”
I stare into her eyes, her open, honest eyes, and I want so badly to tell her how I feel. But those fucking words won’t claw their way past my throat. “I…” I try.
Gritting my teeth, I look away from her. “You should get dressed,” I say instead, glancing at the robe she has tied around her. “We have a lot of things to do today.”
She blinks a couple of times before nodding. When she turns to head into her room, I grab her arm and turn her back around.
“Undress here. I want to watch your ass as you walk away.”
Her breath hitching, she reaches up to undo the knot of her robe. The dark-purple fabric pools at her feet, revealing all the parts of her I want to lose myself in. I want nothing more than to tell Nicholas to resume my duties as he did last night, but my responsibility as king forces me to keep my hands to myself.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my eyes running up and down her body.
Grinning, she rubs her left breast as she dips her other hand between her legs. She strokes herself for a moment before turning around, then slowly bending at the waist. As her pert, perfect ass wriggles at me, I spank her right on her tattoo.
She jolts forwards, hurrying into the bedroom as I smile.
My little queen has a literal cum bucket tattoo on her ass, and I can only imagine the events that led up to that.
“I was six.”
All humour and lust instantly vanishes, replaced by a dark need to find Dab and beat the living shit out of her.In time,I tell myself. Whatever I do to her can’t be traced back to me.
When Arienna steps out of the bedroom, she’s wearing a V-cut black jumpsuit with a mesh stomach. A black leather choker wraps around her neck, and two straps come off it to run down her shoulders before circling the top of her biceps. Small chains hang from the middle of the choker, looping down between her breasts before reattaching to a medallion at the back. I picked out her clothes for her last night, so I know a delicate metal hoop sits below her shoulder blades, with Raza’s emblem inside it. The piece has been passed down since Queen Raza’s time on the throne.
There is a second where she looks for me, but then she clocks the sound of the shower. I’ve left the bathroom door open, and I watch her as she watches me. My cock thickens, but I ignore it. We only have a few minutes before we need to be in the Throne Room, and she hasn’t eaten yet. After everything we did last night, I want to make sure she’s properly fuelled for the day.
When she starts to take off her clothes, I shake my head. When she doesn’t listen, I smile. She does so like being punished, my wife.
Sauntering into the bathroom, she reaches for the door of the shower. I turn off the tap right as she steps inside.
