Jace shakes his head. “Dinner is in five minutes.”
“That’s about an hour!”
“That’s five minutes of you being hungry.” Looking up, he raises a hand, signalling to someone. “We shall eat early today, but, my queen –” He grabs my chin, lifting my gaze. “Do youremember what I told you would happen if you let yourself go hungry?”
He leans in. My pulse hammers in the base of my throat. I half expect him to make me get on my knees right here and now.
And fuck. I half want him to.
In front of all these people.
No.
No. That would be bad.
So bad.
My lips parting, I lick my lips. His eyes latch on to my mouth before he leans in so close to my ear that our cheeks brush. “I asked you a question, my queen.”
“That you’ll fill…” I struggle to form the words. My skin hot, I flush deep. “My stomach yourself.”
“So… Which one do you want me to do first?”
Pressing my thighs together, I try not to take a step back as I recall I also have the punishment of twenty-one spankings. “For now or later?” I squeak.
“You want them now?”
Before I can answer, a loud voice announces that dinner is ready to be served.
Stumbling back, I turn towards the caller. “I think that’s for us,” I babble. “And a good little slut always listens.”
He grabs my wrist and spins me back around. “To her king. A good little slut always listensto her king.”
I gulp.
Fuck.
I am so getting fucked tonight.
Eighteen
It is illegal to commit suicide. Those who break this law will be resurrected into servitude.
People should be able to choose when they die.
- King Richard
The soup served for the first course of dinner, a carrot and squash blend, doesn’t look anywhere near as tasty as my wife. As I sit at the other end of the table to her, I watch her giggle over something said by Warress Anne Fahy – a fairy well-known for herappetite.
My eyes on them, I barely register the chef coming out with the servers. A bowl is placed in front of me. A royal tester reaches forwards with a spoon. Resisting the urge to drag Arienna’s chair over here, away from Fahy, with her flirtatious smile and soft, gentle touches, I shift in my seat.
Fabia stands somewhere behind me – the only guard on my end, something Jace protested given he knows someone in the Court is trying to kill me again. But I wasn’t about to leave my wife without adequate protection when she has to be on the other side of the fucking room.
Besides, if the Court does manage to kill me, I want Jace to be forced to protect my queen rather than save me. I need him to help her navigate Raza in my absence and to kill the Court and anyone else who tries to manipulate her.
Fuck.
This vote cannot come soon enough.
