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Words like that should have repulsed me, not bring forth more arousal and make my pussy contract around him, but I’d grown somewhat used to his filthy mouth.
That didn’t help me understand how I could want this, chasing the release I knew he’d give me, moaning and arching into him as if we’d done this a thousand times before.
As he predicted, when the tightening in my stomach resulted in an explosion of pure bliss from my core, my pussy clamped around the thick cock battering my insides and his name repeatedly fell from my mouth as the orgasm washed over me.
Something in his eyes changed then. They flashed with a feral look of possession, and he began to fuck me harder. His forehead met mine, a vicious growl erupting from his chest as he found release, cock buried to the hilt, emptying himself inside me.
My thighs shook from the force of a second orgasm and I screamed, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
He did not let me go right away, holding me tight as his cock grew somewhat flaccid, semen began to drip from inside me. I shut my eyes and hid my face in his neck, shame burning through me in the aftermath of my pleasure.
There was no drug to blame for this. My protest had been feeble at best, denial in the heat of desire. I’d let him fuck me and I’d thoroughly enjoyed it.
“It isn’t wrong to want me. I am yours now, just as you are mine. Fighting against that would be pointless.” He lowered me gently to the floor, slipping a hand around my waist to keep me steady on trembling legs. Semen and arousal continued to slowly trickle from between my thighs.
“I don’t even know you,” I found myself saying, voice raw.
He palmed his hair and glanced away. The way his jaw clenched alerted me that my words had upset him, but they were true.
“Then explain what just happened.”
Confusion had my brows furrowing as I stared up at him.
“I—”
He silenced me with a look and a slight shake of his head. Taking a small step back, he grabbed my hand. “Let me clean you up. I have something to show you.”
I was led in the direction of the bathroom.
The speech I’d rehearsed was long forgotten, but my worries were stronger than before—more so in regards to the beast that had my chest humming in contentment.
I washed under the intrusive gaze of Reyes. He’d tried to do it himself, but I needed as much space between the two of us as I could get.
I knew right away the rejection displeased him, somewhat confused him, because it was the first real emotion I’d detected that wasn’t indifference.
Given what we’d just done on the other side of the wall, I could understand, but I wasn’t sure what he expected given what brought us to this point in the first place.
The pounding at the base of my skull had everything to do with being confused about so many things; I didn’t know where to start, so when Reyes disappeared back into the bedroom, I couldn’t withhold my sigh of relief.
Mere months ago, I’d had dinner with my father and retired to bed an ordinary half-breed princess. I had a clear future ahead of me. I was safe and naively content.
One night destroyed everything.
A traitor cost me nearly all I held dear.
That dinner with my father seemed eons ago. Nothing was remotely the same. He was gone, and I was no longer that carefree princess but a lost queen.
The malignant presence of a demon now lurking inside my chest made me unnatural, and I bore the mark of a beast who strangely didn’t feel all that much like a stranger.
As if conjuring him, Reyes reentered the bathroom, carrying a black garment in his hands.
I turned the sink off and placed my wash-rag on the vanity, righting my camisole before turning to face him.
I didn’t know what to make of any of this. Something about this man was oddly familiar.
“You must feel rather proud of yourself,” I said solemnly.
“Pride is for fools—a double-edged sword.”
His response was quick and not entirely surprising. He didn’t strike me as the type to let his head swell and get the best of him.
“What have you—” I halted my question and took a more selfless route. “Where are the women who came in with me?”
I was unsure if I truly wanted to know the answer. It had been nearly a week since our capture; anything could have happened between now and then.
Reyes regarded me silently, his beautiful face once again an unreadable mask.
“Take a walk with me, and I’ll tell you,” he replied, holding up what I now realized was a hooded cloak. “The Queen can’t be seen traipsing through court in her nightgown.”
The Queen…
Stepping forward, the meaning of those two words failed to resonate as they should have. He’d been referring to me as queen since my arrival—his queen, specifically.
