Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry,” Vincent says.
“Do you think she knows that you saw her?” Nathan asks.
“If she thought that I wouldn't be standing here. Until this very moment I've never told another soul. My mother will kill anyone who stands between her and what she wants.”
I feel suddenly lighter, finally being able to share my secret. Nathan and Vincent both wrap me in their arms. I feel safe and secure for the first time in my life. If my mother thinks I'll let her take this from me, if she thinks she can steal the only good thing she's ever given me—
she's mistaken. Nathan and Vincent both whisper words of comfort and reassurance to me.
“Don't worry, Isadora, we'll stop her,” Nathan says.
“No one else is going to die by your mother's hand.” Vincent promises, kissing my lips.
No, they won't, I think to myself, kissing Vincent before turning to Nathan. I need them now more than ever. I want another moment with them like I had at the bedding ceremony because I know what I'm going to do. I kiss them both like it could be the last time I ever do, and if my plan fails it may well be our last kiss.
Chapter Nineteen
Isadora
Today is a special day, and I’m very nervous. I’m feeling very close to both Vincent and Nathan by now. The times we’ve shared. Nathan and how he opened up to me some in the conservatory room about his nightmares and how the sex is turning into lovemaking.
And then there’s Vincent and his urge to woo me in the garden, the sex after jogging when our bodies were plastered with sex and wine. Such a thing would gross me out before, but now I find it exotic and exhilarating. I need it.
So who will be the winning lover tonight? It doesn’t honestly matter to me. It’s not a competition anymore, that was all Bedding Ceremony farce. I need them both. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it possible to be in love with two men at once? And furthermore, is it possible for two men to be in love with me? It is one thing for the three of us to marry, and quite enough for us to be in love the way we are. I’m exceedingly happy at how these things have turned out.
I go into the Royal Chambers room and look out at the columned viewing point. It overlooks the garden and a sweeping view of the valley. It’s breathtaking, but I promise you this much—it’s not as breathtaking as Nathan and Vincent. But it’s a very charming night, and I can’t believe that this is my life and that I live here. I do not take it for granted. That is part of being a princess. I truly value everything I have, every day I have it.
I shut my eyes and let the breeze blow over me, and it carries with it the sweet scents from the garden.
They’re both here, too, and dressed in immaculate suits. They couldn’t look more handsome. They eye me and the gorgeous train of my dress. A sweet wind blows in from the terrace. It’s almost 6 pm, the day is winding down, but the night and all its luscious smells are yet to come.
Vincent walks up and kisses me, Nathan right there beside he. Vincent pulls back, and his breathing is as shallow as mine.
“Isadora…” he says my name with so much need and appreciation. It gets me so warm and wet. He will take me now—right in front of Nathan—to give him a run for his money.
Vincent carries me to the bed, his mouth licking and sucking on my nipples. The friction of his touch causes my back to bow, pushing myself toward him. To feel of his teeth there excites me, and I feel a dampness between my legs. His fingers move between the lips of my pussy and he draws them back and amuses over the glistening juices coating his hand.
Nathan is watching, and that turns me on almost as much as the feel of Vincent touching me. Or, maybe, just as much.
Vincent pushes two fingers inside me as he continues to suck my nipple. He works me over so thoroughly that when he finally thrusts himself up into me, his back muscles popping out when he does so, that I’m on the verge of climax almost immediately.
“AHHH!” I let out a great big sigh and look over and find Nathan has turned the chair around in the opposite direction so he can watch. Vincent grinds into me with perfect strides, his precision calculated and his rhythm paced. Nathan’s eyes never leave mine as Vincent fucks me, the night wind sweeping his hair across his beautifully tanned face.
“AHHHH!” “Mmm,” Vincent moans, pleased with the way I’m receiving him.