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I sat and slowly consumed what was on the tray, taking my time to savor it.
During my high, I’d been so caught up in Reyes that food had no taste. This was one of the best meals I’d had in a long time.
After taking in as much of the food as I could, I wandered back into the bathroom and made use of the toothbrush I’d been given. Next, I explored the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
In a double-wide closet with clothing on only one side, I discovered Reyes’ wardrobe was all blandly similar, a few burgundies popping out between the well-pressed black.
A set of tall French doors were behind heavy drapery but were locked.
Through all of this, my mind hitched a ride on a hamster wheel, cycling through the same continuous thoughts. For once, though, my most heavy concern wasn’t my friends, but Zenith and my people, and the demis dying from whatever Reyes was having them injected with.
I began to rehearse a speech inside my head. I made a list of things that needed to be discussed, placing Zenith at the top. While I was more than worried about my demis, an entire region now relied on me.
Pacing my tired body back and forth in front of the fireplace, the sudden itching of my mark alerted me that he was there. I turned and looked towards the door.
He stood just in front of it, almost entirely still. The eyes I’d spent countless hours staring into traced over my body, the same predatory intensity within their depths.
This cruel stranger had tied us together.
I firmed my lips and ground my teeth, ignoring the instinctual sensation to go to him.
“That isn’t a very proper greeting for your king,” he chided almost teasingly.
It baffled me that this man had an inch of humor in his bones. Then again, I didn’t know him all that well. I could tell you the exact way to suck his cock, but not his favorite food.
Vividly remembering all we’d done had a blush creeping across my face.
“You’re not my king,” I snapped, latching onto anything but those memories.
“You’re right; I’m so much more than that now.” He began to walk—stalk—to where I was standing.
His approach had my well-practiced speech evading me. Seeing him outside of that haze was like seeing him fully for the first time.
He was still tall, skin still golden and midnight hair once more perfectly styled now that my hands weren’t clutching it to keep his mouth in the center of spread thighs.
It was all the other things I believe I’d overlooked. Had I thought him beautiful before? Did my heart fall into an unsteady rhythm the closer we were?
I held my ground even with bells and whistles going off from some faraway place inside my head, telling me to flee.
My window of opportunity was short. Suddenly, he was there, his intoxicating scent suffocating and large hands threading fingers through my hair, forcing my head back so his soft lips could be pressed to mine.
I tried to tell him no, and he took immediate advantage of my open mouth.
He slipped his tongue inside, gently stroking mine. Protest muffled, I pushed at his chest, having the same amount of success as trying to move a wall.
One hand gently cradling the back of my skull, the other left my hair and skimmed down my spine, pulling me into his solid body with a firm grip on my ass.
Through his clothes, the solidity of well-defined abs could be felt, as could the massive bulge against my lower stomach.
He kept me prisoner, tongue still teasing mine. I finally reciprocated with the belief that he’d release me once I did. Things spiraled the second my mouth starting working against his.
Almost gentle caution turned to hungry aggression. My back met the wall right beside the fireplace and Reyes’ hands went to my thighs, lifting me and forcing my legs around his waist.
Wearing nothing beneath the camisole, my bare pussy became completely exposed.
Reyes ground his erection against it.
A wildly confused “Stop,” was whispered between us, which seemed to encourage him.
“You don’t wish me to stop. You want to be fucked,” he retorted.
Keeping me in place, a zipper went down, the smooth head of his shaft appearing in its place.
“No.” I tried to turn my face away from his.
“Yes,” he corrected softly, pushing himself inside me.
I squealed, grabbing onto his shoulders, breathing through the stretch and burn of the sudden intrusion.
He withdrew, cock coated in the truth I’d just tried to ignore, and slammed back in again.
His pace was grueling. Pumping into me, he hit the cushion at the end of my pussy, making me wetter, increasing the frequency of my moans.
“Tell me again how you want me to stop. Lie to me again, my queen, and then scream my name as you come all over my dick.”
