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He knows I am meeting a group of important men at dinner tonight. It would seem unbecoming for me, their queen to have his teeth marks on my breast which my dress fails to cover completely.
I’m lost on how to handle this. How to handle him, so I just follow him.
But I don’t fully realize the extent of it all until it’s too late.
I can’t shake the unease that slithers down my spine and spreads under my skin. Something is so wrong and I know I’m in denial about it. As if facing the truth will unearth a darkness I refuse to deal with.
I glance at Kayne as he escorts me to just one of the grand dining halls in the palace. My body is still throbbing for him. The skin on my breast still stings from his mouth and his teeth. I pull my dress up but it doesn’t help.
I tell myself not to worry about it. As queen, I’m held to a degree of decorum. As a woman, I want to wear his mark proudly.
“Do you want me to kill Xavier X?” he asks softly, his tone so conversational, I’m taken by surprise and I laugh. Then I melt when he smiles at me. I brush aside the thought that has been rummaging inside my head that the man standing next to me is a stranger.
That he isn’t the one who saved me when my uncle tried to take the throne from my father. He isn’t the man who saved me from Roger Thompson. I had lost the man I fell in love with but then maybe I’m just stressed and overworked despite it only being a week since I’ve become Queen.
“No. He’s harmless. Did you read his article? He sounds smitten with you though,” I tease.
Maybe I’m just overimagining things. Maybe there’s nothing wrong and I’m looking for stuff that isn’t there. I need to learn to be happy. I deserve this. I deserve a life of loving Kayne.
We’re in the elevator cubicle descending to the ground floor of the palace. It’s big enough that there are two footmen ready to press one little button. It also means we’re not alone yet again.
I whip out my phone from my evening bag and type:
Do you play chess?
I send the text to Kayne. He takes out his phone from his pants pocket and replies.
Why? You think you can beat me?
I smile before I reply.
I know I can.
My tummy tugs in that way every time I hear him chuckle.
Why is that?
Because the king can only move one space at a time, whereas the queen can move wherever she likes, however she likes.
I look up at him and give him a saucy smile once I’ve typed my reply.
I can still smell your sweet pussy on the palm of my hand.
A gasp escapes my lips before I can stop myself. I turn a great shade of red as Kayne uses that same palm to drag down against his mouth.
That was unfair.
I add a blushing emoticon to my text and then continue.
I want to know everything about this man that I love so unconditionally already. I’m determined to connect with him on every emotional level he has available. I also know that he’s shut off a good portion of them, which given the life he’s had since he was twelve years old makes sense.
What’s your earliest, earliest childhood memory?
He stalls for a bit before he replies.
Walking in a meadow on the farm I grew up on, in Wyoming. With my father. I must have been about three years old.
He doesn’t talk about his childhood at all. He doesn’t have any family. His sister Lucy died in a car accident when she was eighteen. I know how that must have devastated him. He had saved her from a burning house. The same fire at their farmhouse in Wyoming that had killed his parents.
