Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Are you just going to sit there staring at me?” Lyriope asks. “And why are you smiling?”
“I’m trying to understand why you would choose to bathe in a cold stream rather than take a hot shower.”
“What do you mean? There isn’t a shower. All we have is a toilet and a sink. And the water smells rusty that comes out of the faucet. So, I’m not sure how you think a shower is an option.”
I raise my brow, amused by her words. “We don’t have a shower in our actual villa, but there is a shower room across from us. State-of-the-art appliances and every toiletry you need.” I laugh. “But by all means, freeze your ass off.”
Her annoyance is plain to see. Hearing a distinct huff of irritation, I watch as she walks out of the river, beads of water still covering her completely exposed body, the swell of her naked breasts inviting me, her erect nipples pleading to be sucked. The small patch of pubic hair between the juncture of her thighs glimmers with water droplets as if they’re casting a spell on me. I can feel my cock hardening and my control softening. I want her. I want her like I’ve never wanted before.
When Lyriope stands in front of me, reaching the large rock beside me to collect her clothing, I can’t help but let my gaze fall to the patch of soft curls covering her most intimate self, the light pink of her flesh playing peekaboo behind the safety of the thin layer of hair. I want to reach out to her, thrust my fingers past her velvety folds, making her cry out in pleasure. I want to pull her to me, my lips caressing hers, tasting the sweetness of her kiss, licking the desire beyond her mouth. Drawing on the last of my waning control, I remind myself that she left me. She left Bishop’s Landing without giving a fuck what I wanted, or what I had said.
If I let my guard down again…
Lyriope stands before me then, her clothing being held behind her, all her naked beauty displayed before me. As if unaware of what she has just put me through, she slips her feet into her shoes, slowly pulls the fabric of her clothing around her, covers herself from my watchful eye, and begins dressing herself. It’s only when she goes to walk past me and back in the direction of our villa that I reach out to her, my roughened fingers grasping around her throat. I squeeze just enough to show I mean business. Just enough to dominate. Just enough to remind her that I have the power, the strength, and the control.
“Do not break my rules again. No matter how small or insignificant you think they are. Last warning.”
Lyriope stares up to me with wide eyes. Eyes of shock rather than fear. She parts her lips to help her gain the air that I restrict, be she never struggles. “Or what?” she squeaks out.
“I can be good, and I can be evil.” I squeeze her neck more. “You want the good. Trust me on that. Don’t try to pull out the evil by trying to prove something. Stop engaging in a battle of wills.”
Slowly I lean into her, kiss her full on the lips, hungry for the taste of her. Squeezing her neck a little tighter but making sure her breaths can escape her pouty lips, I dance my tongue with hers.
Not wanting to, I pull away, releasing my choke on her. “You aren’t in control here. I am.”
Grabbing her by the hand, I walk us quickly back to the villa. I know if I don’t, I will reveal just how out of control I actually feel.
I’ve also come to realize one big fact…
I want to fuck her.
I need to fuck her.
Maybe if I do, she won’t have so much power over me. Maybe once I have a taste, I won’t feel so ravenous all the time. I have to do something. Anything.
I’m done waiting. I’m done playing games. I’m done restraining myself.
I want to be inside her tight little cunt.
But if I do claim what will ultimately be mine, I sure as fuck am not going to do it for her first time in the mud by the river. I’ll save that kind of dirty for another time.
No, Lyriope deserves more. She deserves to have her virginity taken in a more dignified way. She’s a queen, and she deserves a man who can worship that pussy for the first time.
I’ll elect myself to be that man. Fuck yes, I will. But not here.
Chapter Eleven
Lyriope
“Wine? Or sleep?” Nick asks as we reenter the villa. I can see that Louisa has brought the Chianti and the meat-and-cheese spread Nick requested when we arrived.
“I don’t even know what time it is,” I say, looking at the shining sun outside. I missed an entire night of sleep. “I feel drunk already from lack of sleep, jet lag, and… you.”