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“Why would you want to forget when we both know how much you enjoyed it?”
I startled at his response to my thought.
“Did you just…” I trailed off, unable to accept he had such ability.
His pink lips twitched, a smirk settling on one side of his face.
A peek at my father’s corpse had me shaking my head and all but fleeing from the room. I shouldn’t have engaged in that conversation in front of him—living or breathing, it seemed disrespectful.
I clutched my crown in my hands, hastily moving back down winding halls and empty corridors. I needed to get away from Reyes. My mind was beginning to spin, and I was at risk of losing it.
As I walked, I noticed this place was eerily silent and empty considering how many resided within it.
I came to a stop, momentarily confused about where I was.
“Look, you didn’t even need my help to find your way back,” Reyes said, practically standing right behind me.
I’d been aware he was near the entire time. It was impossible to ignore the feelings swirling inside me when it came to him.
Spinning on my heel, I faced him head-on, belatedly realizing what he had meant. I was back in front of the room I’d been locked in. With no faltering whatsoever, I’d retraced my steps and walked foreign halls as if I’d been down them a hundred times before.
The act shoved me further into a state of confusion. Reyes reached beyond me and opened the bedroom door, silently telling me to enter. It was the last place I wanted to be.
“If my accommodations are unsatisfactory, perhaps I should find elsewhere for your friends to stay.”
His threat against my only remaining family had my feet carrying me through the doorway, back into the room I’d already spent far too much time in.
“So this is your plan? Steal my region and keep me locked away?”
“Steal? You gave it to me when you spread your legs and begged me to fuck you—repeatedly.”
“Had you not injected me with your chemical poison, none of this would have happened,” I retorted, carrying my crown to the dresser.
“Is that what you’re going to tell yourself? You blame the injection for the way your nails clawed my back, how you begged for more?”
I shut my eyes, doing my best to block out his words, but he would have none of it.
“That dose did nothing but finish waking the part of you that was sleeping for far too long. You could be more grateful.”
“He was right,” I whispered.
“He?”
Too self-absorbed, I missed the danger hinted in his tone. I looked to the high ceiling as if it would give me an answer, show some sign of what I was to do now. This…man…my mate. He now had half of all that was mine.
“I should never have come here,” I mumbled.
“Then I would have had no choice but to come to you. I would’ve hunted you down, and when I found you, I’d have claimed you right then—fucked you in the filthy fucking street on top of your subjects’ rotting corpses.”
I whirled to face him.
“You expect me to be grateful? To you? For what, exactly? I came here for help, and you’ve done nothing but steal my freedom and impulsively chain me to your side.”
“Impulsive is an insult to who I am. If you’d listened, you’d have heard me tell you that I was planning on coming for you.”
He began to unbutton his suit jacket, neatly draping it on the back of a chair.
“There’s no need to be upset. Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it from you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
He frowned at me. “You’re acting out. A queen shouldn’t curse.”
I placed my hands on my hips and glared. “Really? Well, fuck you,” I sneered. “Fuck you and go to hell.”
My lids barely fluttered before he was suddenly right in front of me, crowding my body backward. I’d been staring right at him and knew for sure he hadn’t moved, but here he was.
“My queen, take a good look around you. This is hell, and I am king.” He placed his hands on my hips and soft lips came to my ear, whispering, “You have two choices in my court: kneel or bleed.”
“I bow to no one.”
He laughed, the sound low and menacing. “Oh, how you’ve changed,” he sighed, grabbing my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I shoved at his hands, fruitlessly.
“Bringing you to heel.”
There were very few words spoken after that. I protested. I bit him, finding his skin that was so soft to the touch was impenetrable when trying to harm.
In the end, it was all for naught. I still found myself stripped naked and on all fours, back on the bed saturated in our scent.
There was instinctive arousal between my legs, helping to guide Reyes’ thick cock inside me, stretching my pussy inch by hardened inch.
