I straighten slowly, feeling him pulse against me as I do so. A whimper catches in my throat. I stand up fully and raise my arm, sighting the target like he showed me. His fingers move over mine, and he lifts my arm higher as his other hand splays across my waist. Panting, I struggle to concentrate on the knife rather than his fingers brushing over my clothes.
“Don’t throw it yet,” he murmurs, his head above mine. “I’m going to walk you through it first. When you feel pressure on your hip, that’s when you should release.”
Swallowing tightly, I nod.
He moves my arm back, then arcs it forwards. As it extends towards the target, he squeezes my hip. I shudder beneath his touch. “That’s it. Good girl. Now you try on your own.”
I lick my lips as he steps back. Concentrating on the target, I line up the knife, reel back, and throw it as hard as I can. My eyes widen as I track it on its way to the target. I start to squeal with excitement. It’s going to hit it!
And hit it does. Right before it bounces back and clatters on the floor. My smile falls with it.
“What? Why’d it do that?”
“You threw it too hard. You don’t want it to spin that much. At this distance, you’re aiming for half of a rotation. Throw it slower next time.”
“Slower?”
“Like this.” Picking up a pink blade, he tosses it at the board. I watch it like a hawk as it arcs through the air, and I’m surprised when it doesn’t spin all the way around.
“Oh.” I pause. “Can I go again?”
“Deirdre, give her one of your blades,” Richard says. She scowls at him but does as ordered.
I take it with an apologetic smile. Focusing back on the target, I sight it with the tip, arc my arm back, and throw. Holding my breath, I watch it tilt through the air. Half a rotation and it embeds itself into the wall beside the target. Squealing, I turn to Richard and throw my arms around him. “I did it! I did it!”
“Good girl.” Squeezing my ass, he lifts me up against him. Stepping backwards, he spins us around, then sets me down so we can watch Jace.
His bodyguard doesn’t even bother looking at the board. His knife ends up near mine – or rather, Deirdre’s. “Guess I’m stripping,” he says with a grin.
Holding the necromancer’s gaze, he undoes the ties of his tunic, letting it slide off his body to pool at his feet. I track the tattoos running across his chest. My lips part as I lean back and rub myself against Richard’s cock.
“Take off your bra,” my king murmurs, sliding his hands over my clothing to cup my breasts.
I start to undo the buttons of my jumpsuit, but he grabs my hands and forces my arms up around the back of his neck. I hold on as he pulls out one of his personal knives and runs its sharp edge down my side. I shiver at the feel of its bite sliding through the fabric. Slipping the blade into my clothes, he cuts the bra strap.
Breathing heavily, I notice Jace’s and Deirdre’s eyes are on me. She’s taken off a belt, and he’s standing behind her, his hands running up and down her body. My mouth waters as I imagine his hands on me, and I wonder if the four of us will fuck tonight.
When Richard moves the knife to the other side of my jumpsuit, I shiver. I press my ass against him, my pussy so ready to be pounded. Moving his hand between my legs, he runs his finger along the blasted belt.
“Can I please take it off?” I beg.
“Your bra,” he whispers. Kissing my shoulder, he pulls his hand away from my pussy and sheaths his knife.
Holding Jace’s hot and heavy gaze, I tug the pink lace through one of the slits. As the soft material slides across my erect nipples, a moan escapes me. My eyes flutter close for just a second. Panting, I pull my bra free and offer it to Richard.
He tosses it to Jace. His friend catches it, then cups it over his cock.
“Is he going to join us again?” I ask breathlessly.
Nipping my shoulder, Richard growls. “No.”
“Is Deirdre?”
“No.” Short and clipped, the word was final and more than a little hostile. A shiver of fear shoots down me as I wonder if I actually saved her from his murderous rage or if I just prolonged the inevitable.
Grabbing his hand, I turn and whisper, “Are you going to kill her after this?”
His eyes caress mine. “Not if her story checks out.”
