Andisit bad that Ifindthat hot?
Clearing my throat, I look away.“You don’t have to help me,” I say.
“I insist.These books are meant to be read, and Aurelia would’ve liked you.”
“Aurelia as in the owner of this library?”
Holding out his free arm, he ignores my question and says, “Come on.I’ll take you back to the castle.”
Knowing I can’t refuse without making him suspicious, I loop my arm through his.But there’s a part of me – a large, growing part of me that wishes he’llcatch me.
And stop me.
Because the more I think about a world without Richard in it, the more I think it won’t be that bad to be dead.
Thirty-Eight
A good brownie never uses chilliesin cooking.
Becausethey’repoisonous!Finally!-Arienna
Sitting curled up on the sofa of my sitting room,Ican’t get that library out of my mind.That clear and utter love letterthat wasbuilt by Aurelia.Or perhaps to Aurelia,I think as I recall how Jace said her name.
It was one small sentence, but hesaid itwith such utter reverence and devotion thatI know heloves her.And dear gods, I want what they have.
I nibble my lip asIstare out the windowsin front of me.Hundreds of fairies flit pastin the distance,going about their business around the city.I love people watching, but today, I don’t take any of itin.All I seem to be able to focus on is: can Richard and I ever have what Jace has with this mysterious Aurelia?
Can I teach him what it means to love?Just like how I taught Hyatt and Gionova and all my babies before?They wanted to kill me when we first met too, but with patience, cuddles,unconditional love, and enough food, I eventually won them over.Perhaps I can do the same with my king.
Or perhaps I’m being stupid.Naive,as Fabia would say.
Sighing, I glance at the jar of chillies sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
All of the books Jace brought back for me centred around people dying during sex.They were smothered by boobs or pussy.Choked by cocks.Drowned by squirting.Some fell out of windows or even the tree itself when their partners accidentally thrust too hard.All of it was utterly useless to me.
My boobs are too small.Richard can flip me like I weigh nothing.I don’t have a cock, and if I have to take a potion to get one, I might as well get a monster slug dick one that can stab him as well as choke him.But the idea of chasing him through the halls with a massive dick swaying at my hips doesn’t seem very sneaky.His guards would definitely grab me.And then it’d be me going out the window.
As for the whole squirting part… I don’t even know if I can do that.
You could try,a little voice coos.That voice is not in my head though; it’s in my vagina.Ever since I left Richard in the hallwithout coming(what fucking idiot had that idea?), I’ve been desperate to be railed.
Not finger fucked.Or licked.Or rubbed over my clothes.
No.I want to be full-on, properlyraileduntil I cannot stand.Richard said I would enjoy being edged, but he is a fucking liar.
And a killer, a little voice says, this one in my brain.
But honestly, the first voice is talking to me a lot louder.
Thus, my eyes stay latched on to the jar of chillies.
Because although the booksI read at the librarywere all useless, they did inform me of a very important thing.Kings havetesters.And I’ve since realised that Jacedidn’t just trysome of my cakethe other daybecause he loves cake.He was sneakily testingit forpoison.Now that I know that, I can’t possibly poison Richard with any food as I don’t want anyone else to accidentallydie in his place.
But thanks to the books Jace sent me home with, I’ve come up with a brilliant solution.
A king’s tester only tests food.They do not first taste a woman’s vagina.
Richard likes to eat my pussy, and even when he doesn’t use his mouth, he still licks me off his fingers.
