Chapter 1
Best Seat in the House
TALON
Aurora’s face twists into an expression of concentrated ecstasy as he licks up her dripping sex with the fervor of a starving man.
Through the slats of the viewing screen, I watch him spit on the pink petals of her slit before guiding two fingers inside her. Aurora cries out, hips bucking as her eyes glaze over. I swallow hard and try to focus on my duty instead of wrapping my hand around my rock-hard cock. There’s time enough later to run my aching dick in my palm as I replay every micro expression the princess makes as her thighs shake and quiver under the man’s onslaught.
She reaches up to pluck her pert pink nipples, desperate to give herself relief.
As always, the sight of her burns into my brain, adding to the never-ending catalogue of these moments.
If it were me, I’d make sure my fingers were slightly curled. That evokes the most delicious sounds from her.
Her long waves of cotton candy pink hair fan about her head. Her golden skin glistens from the sheen of sweat covering her, turning her luminescent. Thin ropes of diamonds glitter in thelow light and drape her body. The deliberate way they gather at the curve of her hips and slide down the slopes of her thighs creates an illusion of luxury. They might as well be chains.
When she first stepped out from behind the curtains and invited the John to her bed, she appeared like a goddess bestowing a gift upon a mere mortal. Touching her, tasting her, is a prize he doesn’t deserve but is given anyway.
He’ll pay the price for it though.
“I still can’t believe it,” the John says, shaking his head, staring down to watch his fingers slide in and out of her perfect body. “I can’t believe I finally killed my bitch wife and here I am. I thought I was going to be taken to the monster of the castle everyone whispers about.” A half-hiccup, half-laugh of disbelief jerks his ribcage. “But I’m about to have sex with the untouchable Princess of the Realm of Roses. If I’d known this would be the prize, I would have killed that useless whore years ago.”
Behind the partition, I don’t have to hide the sneer that spreads across my face.
You fucking idiot.
Aurora’s lashes flutter, a languid blink that could be mistaken for pleasure as he climbs up her body. Too wrapped up in his own need, the John doesn’t notice the unsettling cold beneath her inviting smile as she meets his gaze.
I know her sense of justice wars with her disgust every time we have to do this. Her feelings knot and tangle within her until they’re an impossible boulder crushing her chest.
I feel it too.
Pushing her legs up, he slides his hard dick into the princess as he begins pumping furiously. She cries out louder and louder.
His ass cheeks ripple from the continued impact into her perfect body.
Aurora claws at the back of his head as he kisses her fiercely. Little whimpers and moans emit from her throat.
My fingers unconsciously tighten through the slats.
It’s going to take more than that for her to come.
He doesn’t have the right angle to do the job. She’s going to need to change position if she wants to finish this.
The princess uses her knees to push him out of her and guides him onto his back. She crawls over to straddle him on the massive silk covered bed. The many candelabras flicker with innocent warmth all around them.
“Look at me,” she says to the John, spearing her own fingers through those glistening lips. She spreads her fingers apart, putting herself on display.
I lick my lips, mouth suddenly dry. My tongue is sandpaper as I focus on her visible clit. It’s red, aching, and so very needy. If I could just. . .
Both hands now gripping the slats, I watch, fixated on her with a familiar hunger so deep I sometimes think it will kill me.
“Fae fucks, that’s hot,” the John breathes, taking in the salacious view.
Teasing them always makes it more delicious.
It’s been nearly an hour of teasing. This one has a lot of fortitude for being a scumbag murderer.
