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Lucien leads me to the head of the table and pulls out the chair just beside it. I give him a smile of gratitude and take my seat. My skirts drape over my legs to pool on the floor and hide my matching ballet flats.
He settles next to me and reaches for the nearest tea pot. “Something to drink?” At my nod, he pours the steaming liquid into my cup. “Might I recommend the passion tea flavor? It’s delightful.”
“Which is that?”
He points to a tea bag filled with pink and yellow leaves and takes it in hand. “Here.”
“Does this contain an aphrodisiac or some other mischievous component?”
“Little bird, you are the only aphrodisiac in the room.”
An unbidden blush rises to my cheeks. “Thank you,” I mumble. “I wish you’d stop saying such things.”
He shrugs. “And I wish you’d suck my cock, but we all have unfulfilled dreams.”
I avert my gaze, centering my focus on the teacup in front of me. The water turns a rosy pink the second I dip the bag inside the water, and I study the swirls of red painting the liquid a deeper hue. It reminds me of blood.
A pressure behind my eyes has me wrinkling my forehead, and I blink to be rid of it, but that does nothing to alleviate the sensation. Instead, it grows until my vision blurs and the sounds Lucien makes with his spoon are muffled.
A crystal-clear image bombards me like a torrential rain of arrows on a battlefield, leaving me nowhere to run, no shelter to be had. The scenery around me changes, placing me in a bedroom with luxurious furniture and drapery, the entire ensemble a deep cranberry laced with gold.
“Let me have a drink,” comes a male’s voice from behind me. A moment later, a pair of arms envelops my waist. “I’m thirsty, Alice.”
As though I have no control over my body, I turn in the man’s embrace to face him. He wears a trimmed beard and mustache, his dark brown hair well-groomed and combed to the side. His skin is tanned, but not displaying harsh lines brought on by too much sun exposure, and he bears a scar just under his left eye.
“Are you, indeed, Lord Tyson? Well, you shall thirst for a little while longer.”
“It’s not tea I wish to soothe my parched mouth with. It’s the dew of your royal lips.”
I take a sip of my cup, the flavor of the passion tea coating my tongue. “Hmm… Is that so?”
“Yes,” he groans. “Not the lips of your mouth, but those of your cunt.”
A knowing smile settles on my features. “Very well, then.”
I set down my cup on the nearby table and extricate myself from the man’s hold. After grabbing fistfuls of my skirt, I climb on top of the surface with Tyson’s gaze glued to me. He grabs his hardened cock outside of his breeches as I slowly spread my legs. Having no undergarments, I’ve exposed myself to him completely.
“Wonders of Wonderland,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You might’ve been with many men, but I have no qualms joining their ranks this night.”
A sharp pain streaks through my chest, yet I keep my sultry expression in place, knowing I can’t let him out of the room without securing his cooperation first. My mother’s torture extends to royalty, where blood and family are of no consequence or consideration.
I almost didn’t survive my last encounter with her, after having disappointed her by refusing Lord Tyson. So tonight, I will suck whatever cock and fuck whatever man necessary to ensure I live another day.
“Consider yourself fortunate, I’ve chosen you to be my lover for the evening,” I say. “This might be a single invitation, unless you change my mind.”
The man licks his lips and offers me a crooked smile that has my stomach churning. “You will favor me above the rest.”
With that, he dives between my legs, covering my clit with his mouth and—
“Adelaide?”
Startled by the feel of someone shaking me, I blink in rapid succession. Lucien looms over my chair with his fingers digging into the skin of my upper arms and his gaze bright with concern.
“Answer me, little bird, or I shall truly throttle you this time.”
The desperation in his voice is like a slap to the face. I clear my throat. “I’m fine.”
“That might be the biggest lie you’ve told to date.”
