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I don’t know what Sam did behind my back, but I spank Alaina before the dirty word could escape from her mouth. Queens shouldn’t say such things in public. And she curses like a sailor.
Another vision plays out of her, defying me anyway. I mindlink her, telling her exactly what I’ll do to that dirty mouth of hers if she says it.
“Fuck you.”
A devilish grin spreads across my face.
* * *
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
At one in the morning, I’m peering down at Alaina, who’s gasping for breath after gagging on my dick. I’m gripping a fistful of her hair, dragging the head of my cock across her plump bottom lip.
Glaring up at me, she’s beside herself, contemplating whether she should listen to her body or her pride. Wondering why she gets off on being treated like my little plaything, caught between loving the attention I give her and the desire to punch me.
Specks of black from her makeup run down her face from her glowing violet eyes, her locks frizzy and clothes wrinkled. The aroma of hoppy wheat and black raspberries match her wild state.
I’m fucking addicted.
She chooses her pride. Before she can get those two little curse words out, my dick is back in her mouth.
“Let’s try this again.” I pull out of her so she can breathe, her chest bobbing as she gasps.
The hatred in her eyes doesn’t mask her lust for me.
I see her intent to wait me out, thinking I’ll come soon, knowing what her mouth does to me.
I forget she’s used to the average wolf, like that mutt of hers. But I’m the king, which means I don’t need the breather. My recovery time is nonexistent—both in killing and fucking. I’m insatiable and relentless. She’ll learn only when I’m satisfied will I stop.
I lean in, my voice barely above a whisper. “Your mouth isn’t the only hole I can entertain myself with, and I’ve got all night. When it comes to your safety, I won’t tire, and I won’t relent.”
“I don’t care if you cuss. Fucking cuss at me, darling. But you’reroyaltynow. You have to be mindful of appearances.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d rather spend more time fucking you than killing anyone who intends to judge you.”
With that, her disposition becomes sweet submission.
“You’ll have guards with you at all times from now on. If you leave castle grounds, you are not to run or hide from them. Do you understand me?”
She nods.
“Good girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alaina
Iam in a toxic relationship with beer.
If it weren’t for the sun shining through the window, I would’ve easily slept past noon.
Waving around the empty spot, I open my eyes, expecting to feel Dax.
Instead, he’s sitting on the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. Immediately, I’m wondering what’s wrong and if he’s been here the whole time.
The stench of urine and blood assaults my senses, answering my question. He must’ve been in the dungeon torturing someone, and he’s returned empty-handed.
