Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“You bastard!” she cries out, squirming and twisting. “You can’t do this to me!”
I chuckle and fumble for matches nearby and strike one against the wall, lighting a nearby lantern. I put the lantern over to the side and out of the way and look her over as the flames dance along her features, illuminating the room in light and shadows.
She’s sneering at me, her face contorting into hatred but just like before, the more she hates me, the more I seem to desire her.
“Let’s see what you really are, luv,” I say to her. I step over until I’m right in front of her and I place my hands at her chest, my fingers taking a hold of the edges of her bodice, the fabric still wet with the blood from Aerik’s heart. With one defiant tug I yank the dress apart, ripping it down the middle.
She cries out and I’m staring at her naked body like I’d just been slapped by god himself.
She is built like a goddess, a creation of the divine. Her breasts are full, large, heavy, her nipples turning into small pink peaks in the exposed air, her skin a smooth white that erupts with gooseflesh under my gaze. Her stomach is soft and round and begging to be touched, her thighs wide, her calves quite thin in comparison, and short. At first I think I see what I’m looking for, some sort of hint at the creature she is. If she was a type of mermaid that could trade fins for legs, would she have scales? But there is no sign of scales, just the natural lines of white and pink that stripe along her fleshy thighs and stomach, all perfectly normal on a woman.
I come around to her back and do the same thing to the dress there, ripping it down the middle so that it falls away to the sides, the fabric only held on by the arms. I expected to see perhaps a fish-like spine or maybe a divination tattoo linking her to witchcraft but instead there is nothing but smooth skin and a firm, supple arse and…
Her back. I squint to see various lines and scars running over her back. But these aren’t from growth spurts or from having supernatural origins. They’re from being flogged.
A low grumble sounds in my chest like a warning. “Do I need to ask who did this to you?” I manage to say.
“I’ve taken care of it,” she says coldly and there’s nothing more to say. The prince she married, the prince who ridiculed her and beat her throughout her marriage, is now dead, and at her hands. Literally.
I come back around to her front.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks. Her voice is a touch lower now, sounding like silk. Something about her tone sets me on edge.
“Figured it was only fair since you saw me nude, it’s time I saw you,” I tell her. I’m close, quite close, but the more I stare at her lips, at the dried blood on them, the more I want to kiss her and I know that’s what she wants. I need to keep my distance. There’s no telling when those teeth might come back.
I step back an inch to where she can’t bite my face off. But still I’m unable to unhook myself from her gaze. I don’t want to. I need to keep my focus on her at all times. Her eyes are absolutely hypnotic.
“Do I look acceptable to you?” she asks, and the seductive slant of her eyes softens slightly, a touch of vulnerability coming through her voice.
“Do you mean your body?” I ask her dumbly.
She nods and the sweet honesty, such a juxtaposition to her earlier, makes my cock strain uncomfortably against the buttons of my fly.
“Darling, your body would bring any man to their knees where they would be in the right position to worship you. It’s a body carved by god yet meant for sin, and it would become anyone’s salvation.”
“Then why aren’t you on your knees?” she asks, her lids growing heavy again.
God Almighty, she is the moon and I am the tides. I feel my resolve begin to slip away as her eyes pull me in.
“Because I don’t trust you not to knee me in the face,” I admit. “I don’t want to end up like your husband.”
“So the big bad captain finally fears something.”
“I fear many things, luv. And from the start, I have always feared you.”
She gnaws on her lip for a moment and my cock twitches again, hot and swollen and begging to be freed.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. I am not sure I will survive this.
“Touch you where?” I ask, my voice husky with pure red lust.
“Everywhere,” she says softly. Her eyes close. “Please.”