The Veiled Kingdom (The Veiled Kingdom, #1)

by Holly Renee

had spent far too many years mistaking his disgrace for vigilance. My parents lost hope that the heir to their throne would have power when I reached the age of ten without a spark.

My father had become void of his care for me, and it was resentment that stared back.

I had been living on these streets for almost a year, ever since the raid, and I had been careful to make sure that no one watched me too closely.

The same color as the sky when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and a storm brewed on the horizon.

They were so dark that they reminded me of a stormy night when the sky was so black that it swallowed the light of the stars.

“Who did that to you?” His voice lacked every bit of his control.

pillow. Desire flooded through me, and I felt desperate to learn if she would have the same boldness when I spread her open and tasted her with my tongue.

“You haven’t seen me be mean. If I were mean, I’d slide my cock between your lips to keep you from talking when I tire of hearing you speak.”

“Because it pisses you off or because you’re getting wet between those perfect thighs you’re clamping together as you imagine it yourself?”

“Did you wear this tonight to punish me?” “How in the world would this be punishing you?” “Because you’re not mine.”

“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’re taking me so good, little traitor.” He nipped at my ear, and I felt the move all the way to my core. “Gods, I can imagine how well you’ll take my cock. I could die thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around me like it was made for me.”

“You like that idea, don’t you? Me buried inside you while you cry out my name.”

“I would feast upon this pussy like I had been starved for years.”

Because she was mine. That thought was ridiculous. I hadn’t even known her then, but I couldn’t stop the jealousy that raged through me at the thought of anyone else touching her.

“Which part?” I cocked my head as I studied her. “When you begged me or when your pussy dripped down my fingers with how badly you wanted me?”

But before my fingers even touched the cool wood, a forceful blow knocked the wind out of me and I stumbled backward, my chest on fire from the impact. I gasped for air, rubbing my chest where the pain was most intense. Nyra’s blue eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me.

The air crackled with an electric intensity, sending shivers down my spine, and for the first time since I had laid eyes on her in that cell, I could feel her power.

“Drop that bow and get on your knees.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and I almost fell to them at that one movement. “Then I want you to crawl to me and beg.”

“I want to see you as you crawl to me.” Dacre ran his hand down the front of his trousers, and my breath hitched at the bulge I saw there.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,”

“I love hearing you beg,” he murmured against my skin, and I couldn’t stop the small whine that passed through my lips. “You like it too, don’t you?” He groaned and his tongue ran over the skin where my neck and shoulder met.

“Fucking beg me, little traitor,”

“Let’s see how much you love to beg while I taste you.”

“Gods, look how well you take me,” he murmured against my lips as he curled his fingers in and out of me and pressed his palm against my clit.

“When I can’t sleep at night, it’s because I can think of nothing but the way you would look beneath me with my cock sliding in and out of this tight little pussy.”

I whimpered, and he slid his fingers between his lips as his gaze held mine. He didn’t lap at them gently. Instead, he made a show of rolling his tongue over every inch of his fingers that were coated with me.

“I want you to watch me as I taste what’s mine for the first time.”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“This is mine, little traitor. You are this fucking wet for me. No one else.”

“I’m not going to fuck your mouth for the first time when I’m not even sure you’ll remember it.”

“Touch yourself.” He settled back in the chair. “You said you were going make yourself come. Show me.”

“Spread your legs. Use your fingers to spread your pussy open for me so I can see,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding.

“You’re going to make me come just from watching.”

“That’s a good fucking girl.” He pumped his cock, his hand hitting me, pressing hard against my clit, and I almost came out of my skin.

“I’m going to cum all over you, little traitor. Mark this body in a way that your fake rebellion mark never could.”

“You look so pretty covered in my cum.”

“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.”

“This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.”

“Come for me, Verena.”

“For such a filthy fucking traitor, you opened your legs for a rebel so easily.”

I had just given my virginity to him, all the while he was fucking me for revenge.

“Run, Verena.” His voice was cold. “Before he sends me on the hunt.”