Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He lets go of me and moves his hand away fast enough that I can’t do a thing but attempt to regain my balance.
He scents the air and looks at me with a threat dancing in his eyes. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I wish his threat didn’t just send an intense wave of arousal to my core. “No pleasuring yourself, treasure.” I part my lips but bite back my snide comment as his heated look meets mine. I glance down and see his hardened dick and then back up to him.
“So you can get yourself off all you want while I have to be in discomfort because you’re a lying prick?” I huff out in anger. “You forgot, I’m not your pet to boss around anymore.”
“Watch it treasure; you’re really pushing me.” His eyes spark red and I can practically feel his beast. I want to push him. I want him to hold me down like he did last night. I want him to punish me and own me. He takes a sharp inhale, sensing my need for him. I quickly close my eyes and turn back to the sink. Ignoring the sexual tension between us.
“I’ll be back here for lunch.”
“I already ate.” It’s a lie, but he can’t know that. He opens his mouth to question me but then he seems to remember the tray on the bed, and he literally curses under his breath. I bite back my smile.
“I’ll see you for dinner then.”
“Fine.” I agree just so he’ll leave me. But he stays and watches as I wash my face.
I pat my skin dry with a plush hand towel and catch his eyes in the mirror. “What?” I keep my tone even.
“I truly am sorry, Kara. And I do love you.” I stare at him for a moment. I want to believe him, but I don’t. There’s no reason he should love me. He only loves that he thinks I could give him dragonlings.
I pace back to his bedchambers, walking around his large form. I say without looking back at him, “I’ll see you at dinner, Drago.”
KARA
I know nothing of a life of wealth or power. Nearly everything I think I know about dragons could be untrue. So much of my current reality evades me. But I am all too aware, as I sit in silk, that there is much to be grateful for. Even if he lied. Even if he only wishes to use me. This could be a life protected. Or at least a moment where I could truly rest without worry.
That’s what I keep thinking. Drago saved my life. He’s treated me better than I’ve ever expected. I love what he does to me in every way, physically. Even if I don’t want to be lied to nor do I wish to be used. A very broken, beaten down part of me wants to submit and be grateful. An even more depraved part of me wants to tell him it could happen in a few years or more. That desperate piece of my soul hopes he’ll give me his attention for that long if he believes it’ll be possible to breed me.
I haven’t moved from the grand bed and silence has left me with a mix of thoughts.
Most of them lead to one conclusion: if I stay, I will fall for him beyond repair. He will have every bit of control, and a part of me craves nothing more than that. All the rest of me though, knows never to trust a dragon.
A loud bang of the door swinging open catches me off guard and has a scream of surprise tearing from my throat.
“My Lady, are you all right?” A young woman asks from the doorway. She’s dressed like the others in a simple linen dress. Her long, dark hair is braided and put up in a perfect and tightly pinned back bun. Her skin is like porcelain and her eyes are the palest blue. I’ve never seen someone with such dark hair yet light eyes. She’s young and lean, probably my age. She raises her brows in question and takes a step forward. “Are you all right, my Lady?”
I nod my head and my forehead pinches in confusion as I whisper my question. “Why are you calling me Lady?”
Her back straightens and her head bows as she clasps her hands in front of her and answers in a hushed tone. “We’ve been told to address you in that manner. Forgive me; please allow me to address you as you see fit. I need only to know what you prefer.” She talks to the ground, and it makes my stomach twist in a knot.
“Stop it.” I crawl off the bed and walk to her. She takes a step back like she’s afraid of me. “You can call me whatever the hell you want to. My name is Kara, so I’d prefer that, but I’ve been known as that bitch before also so that works too. What else did he tell you?”