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Nyra.
She told me that it had been her father. What she didn’t say was that it was the king.
“Don’t be daft, Dacre.”
“You think I wasn’t aware that you’ve had communications with your grandmother even though I forbid it? Do you really think I didn’t have eyes on you when you took that girl there who you’ve spent more time training in your bed than you have in combat?”
“She’s all we have left of Mom,”
“But the princess?”
“I had no idea who she was.”
“You were never suspiciou...
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“It would appear you were right about that. The little bitch is a traitor indeed.”
“She’s been living in our city. You brought her here when you should have left her behind to rot in that dungeon, and now the daughter of that wicked king knows things that we have been protecting most of our lives.”
“Bring her to me.”
“What are you going to do to her?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, son. Bring her to me now.”
Fuck. That wasn’t even her real name.
“She is the key to it all.”
“I need you,” he whispered hoarsely. His voice was raw, filled with a longing that left me breathless.
There were a million secrets between us, but I didn’t want them here tonight. I just wanted him and me. Not a rebel and a princess.
Tonight, I wasn’t a princess or anything else that I pretended to be. I was his. No matter what happens. I was his.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed,
“Gods, you’re so tight,” Dacre groaned, his voice hoarse against my mouth.
“Ride me.” He groaned, and I pulled my knees beneath me.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“I’ll make you fucking forget anyone who ever came before me.” I snapped my eyes open to meet his and told him the truth. “There’s only ever been you.” His breath hitched, and every part of his body stiffened. “This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.”
“That’s it, princess.”
“Come for me, Verena.”
“For such a filthy fucking traitor, you opened your legs for a rebel so easily.” “Dacre.”
“You should leave.”
“My father knows who you are.”
I had just given my virginity to him, all the while he was fucking me for revenge. “He wants you brought to him.”
“Run, Verena.” His voice was cold. “Before he sends me on the hunt.”
I wanted to beg him to stop, to choose me in a way that no one ever had before. In a way that I would have chosen him. But his loyalty didn’t lay with the girl he just fucked. It lay with the rebellion that would rather see me dead.
