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The same color as the sky when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and a storm brewed on the horizon.
“Little traitor.”
“Who the fuck did that to you?” He
“Jealousy isn’t a good look for such a handsome guy.”
“Gods, I love when you say my name.”
“Are you wet, little traitor?” he whispered in my ear, and a moan passed through my lips that I couldn’t stop.
“Use your words, Nyra. I need to hear you say how badly you want me.”
“I’m not letting you go anywhere until I can taste your cum on my fingers.”
“You like that idea, don’t you? Me buried inside you while you cry out my name.” I nodded, but his command was immediate. “Words.” “Yes.” “Good girl.”
“I would reward you so well.”
I watched him slip two of his fingers between his lips. He winked at me as he slipped his tongue between them.
“My grandson will rule this entire kingdom one day.”
“On your knees, Nyra. Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Good girl,”
*FOLDS*
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,”
“Fucking beg me, little traitor,”
“Gods, you do love it.”
“You’ve had the pleasure of tasting this, but I haven’t.”
“It’s even better than I could have dreamed.”
“So beautiful,” he murmured so quietly that I barely heard him.
“I want you to watch me as I taste what’s mine for the first time.” “It’s not yours.”
“Fucking tell me it’s mine, little traitor.”
“This is mine, little traitor. You are this fucking wet for me. No one else.”
“You are mine, Nyra.”
“I’m yours.” “That’s a good fucking girl.”
“That’s it, princess.” His words slammed into me, and I fought to catch my breath as I opened my eyes and searched his.
“Come for me, Verena.”
“For such a filthy fucking traitor, you opened your legs for a rebel so easily.” “Dacre.”
“Run, Verena.” His voice was cold. “Before he sends me on the hunt.” On the hunt.
