Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Gonna have to do better than that, baby.” I reach behind my neck to grab the blade from her, bringing it to her mouth. I dip it inside, watching as the red liquid falls over the swell of her perfect lips before letting it fall to the ground as I pull out, only to force her around shoving her face down against one of the bookshelves.
Wrapping her long hair around my wrist, I yank her head back and slap her ass with my other, tilting my head to take in the scene. “You know I like it when you fight.”
I drive back inside of her so hard her back arches and the scream leaving her mouth will leave stories on these walls.
I pump her hard. Rough. And quick. Even though she pulled a fast one on me using the same fucking blade that killed the King.
“Knight!” she yelps, but I don’t let up.
“What?” I snicker. “You want me to stop?”
“Ye—”
I fuck her hard, my balls thumping against her drenched pussy with every thrust. Her cunt weeps with her pleasure, leaving tear drops sliding over my balls as little convulses leave her. Her body is the toy I never knew I wanted, and now that I have it, I’m going to take it apart and study it from the inside out. See what makes her fucking tick.
“You know you’re mine, London—say it.” When she doesn’t answer and she tries to fight the moans falling from her mouth, I tug even harder on her hair, so much I’m sure I ripped some from their follicles. “Say it!”
“Egh! Never—” I pull my dick out from inside of her and watch as my hot cum shoots out all over her ass and dress. I back up, putting myself away as she stumbles meekly to the ground.
She looks up at me from her position, her hair knotted and her makeup smudged. “I hate you.”
“Maybe. But your pussy doesn’t.”
I turn to leave, unable to wrap my head around why the fuck I just did that. A mixture of annoyance and disbelief floods me, and I know what I have to do. I do. Because no matter how much I try to fight it, I know that London is a real liability. She just tried to fucking kill me mid-sex.
The bitch is crazy. If I can’t earn her forgiveness, I’ll fucking take it from her without her even knowing.
Twelve
London
I stare back at the large door that rounds over the edges in an arch, before moving back to the thick carpet. The white is almost a slap in the face to everything that I’m not. The purity of this thing alone insults me.
I bring my hand to the crystal knob. Obsidian. Twisting the handle, I push it forward and gape at what’s sprawled out in front of me. Pristine walls and glitter sparkles against the large chandelier that hangs in the middle of the room. It fucking burns. Everything burns. The smell of kindled caramel filters through the air in soft waves and I slowly slip out of my stilettos, leaning down to pick them up before taking another step.
This shit better be an illusion. And fuck. Is there somewhere I can wipe the cum off my ass like a cheap bitch who just got fucked for forgiveness? I can handle Knight. Knight to me is like riding a bike... if the bike was on its way to hell. Is he going to think I tried to kill him? Probably. Did I try to kill him? Probably.
I step through the threshold. “Fuck.”
“Oh! You’re here!” A woman rushes out from one of the doors at the end of the room, carrying a basket. She’s taller, leaner, and has blonde hair that’s cut short around her neck.
She places the basket on top of the bed and the blanket moves like a fluid wave. “I’m Angela, your maiden.”
“My what now?” I raise a brow, unsure of what to think. A white, clean aesthetic bedroom with the only bursts of color coming from the feminine flowers planted into the corners and walls of the room, and now a maiden? Legend needs to get his ass out here and pull this illusion away. Sinner sure as shit won’t.
I drop my heels beside my bed, resting my hand on one of the gold pillars. I give it a little shake to test. Just as I thought. Pure gold. “Fucking douchebag.”
She rolls her lips beneath her teeth but busies herself with the basket, laying the lotions out on the bed. Unicorn glow, pixie scrub, hemp body oil. I would never need for anything.
“I’m just in the bedroom on the other side of that door.” She looks over my shoulder and I follow her sight. There’s a wall behind my bed, but on the other end of that wall is a door—a lot smaller than the one to get in here. The ceiling is high, and I follow the trail of white lily’s growing like vines through the pillars lining the ceiling. This room is definitely to punish me.