Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #2)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

Roman pushed the letter away. “You think I care your sister left?” Violet tried to make sense of his response but came up short. “Um, yes? If your bond no longer exists, then they married. Your mate married someone else.” Right before their wedding. What a fucking bitch.

“For you, I’ll let them live, but they cannot go unpunished.”

“If they’re found, I want them brought to me,” Roman added. “They’re mine to deal with.” The queen smiled brightly. “As long as I can watch.”

Vivian might not like her, but this was unforgivable. All she’d had to do was tell Violet Titus had once been hers and Violet would have backed off from the start. Instead, she’d waited until Violet fell in love before she ripped him away.

Violet’s mother nodded. “We understand, and thank you for your mercy.” He laughed humorlessly. “Do not mistake me for a kind man. It is not me you should be thanking.”

For years, the pleasure house had been their thing, even when they never spoke about it aloud. After seeing him there two or three times, Violet went on the same day, at the same time, every week, hoping he’d be there too. At the time, there was nothing romantic to it, but it had been nice to know someone she knew and respected had the same special interests as her.

Violet feigned interest at the shop window behind them to hide her smile. It was nice to be chosen for once.

“Are you jealous of Marissa, princess?” Roman murmured in Violet’s ear after they took their seats side by side at the pleasure house.

Interesting. “Being jealous of someone does not equate to insult. Do you not like Marissa?” He’d never speak to the woman again if she’d upset his future wife.

“I would let nothing keep me from watching you rub your pretty little thighs together.”

“I’m going to tell him you called him a pet.” She tsked. “I’ll bet he bites you for it.” The world blurred around her with each spin. Upon colliding with Roman’s chest again, he leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “The only person I want biting me, is you.”

“I am Roman Covington, your prince and future king,” he announced to the crowd. “Stop your retreat or you will meet your end.” Everyone froze. Some made it impressively far, but not far enough to escape his wrath. “This is what happens to anyone who dares touch what is mine.”

Whoever touches what is mine will suffer dearly for it. Violet shivered.

“She’s going to love seeing the other kingdoms,” Slayton assured him. “You did the right thing by not keeping her here.” Roman stopped and closed his eyes to call on his familiar. “War.” “Yes?” “When she sees something that makes her happy, call for me. I want to see her happy, too.” He could feel the tigon bob his head. “You won’t miss anything, Roman. I swear it.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Griff, If you ever throw an apple at Violet again, I will cut your fucking arm off. Roman P.S. Stop taking her to watch sweaty men fight.

The last thing I want is you worrying that I’ll take a mate while you’re away.

P.S. Don’t fall in love with someone else. Come back to me.

Roman wants to marry me ‘since Vivian left?’ She’d heard people say they got butterflies in their stomachs, but reading his words again turned her organs to ash. Her anger was a tangible thing, igniting everything within her.

“I don’t intend on writing him again. Tell the prince he can find someone else to replace Vivian. Just because we’re identical twins doesn’t mean I’m her fucking backup.”

Obsessively Yours, Roman P.S. You signed Ares’ death warrant when you stepped through that door. I suggest you knock when visiting Griff.

The smile that spread across her face would make the gods weep. “She is beautiful.” “She is,” War agreed.

What is with her lately? Wherever he went, Marissa either wanted to accompany him or happened to be there, too. She sought him out during training, always asking him to be her sparring partner, and lately, she’d been touching him more than he thought she should. Which was never.

You always speak of things you want to do to me, which makes me wonder: what is the first thing you’ll do to me, prince? Only a few months left.

“I want it to be good for her, and I’ve heard that the first time is usually quick. How do I fix that?”

“Tighten your fist so it’s hard to push in. The tighter the pussy, the shorter you’ll last. It’s not like fucking your hand. I can’t explain it, but you’ll see,” Rodge had explained matter-of-factly. And fucking hell, was he right.

Bahahahahahaha

“If you insinuate Violet isn’t Roman’s mate again, I will choke you until you pass out.” Roman’s father smirked and leaned forward. “Don’t tempt me, Sarah. You know I like it—” “Hey,” Roman snapped, wanting to scrub his brain of the past few minutes.

“EVERYONE TO THE QUEEN! PROTECT YOUR QUEEN!” he roared,

A sob ripped from Violet’s throat, and she hung her head over War’s body in resignation. She couldn’t drag the beast to safety, and she had no combat skills to protect them. Leaving War while he still breathed wasn’t an option. He’d never left her; he showed up and saved her time and again. She’d not leave him here.

Roman saw Violet’s devastation, thinking he’d called her vile sister his queen. The image would haunt him forever.

“Can you crawl under on your own?” She looked from him to the bed, nodded, and tucked her body underneath. “Here, Your Grace,” Fayline said, handing him a wet cloth. He murmured his thanks and tried to crawl under the bed, but the frame was too low for his broad chest. “Fuck.” Stretching out his arm, he covered Violet’s hand with his. Her cries stopped, replaced by sniffles and quiet whimpers. “Can you come closer so I can clean your face?” Dirt and gravel clung to the blood and scrapes marring her skin. She scooted closer, and he tried to release her, but she shook her head and squeezed his hand tighter. “Please, don’t leave me.”

Oh my GOD 😭😭😭😭😭

She graced him with a feeble smile, and Roman sensed her overwhelming relief. No, he felt it.

“Yes. I’ve never seen that many in a random ambush before.” His calculating gaze looked out the window. “Vivian escaped.”

“There’s a violet for every day you were gone,” he confessed, “and more for the days I missed you enough to need the pain as a distraction.”

Gods. If he came in his pants, he’d never forgive himself, but his name on her lips tested his control.

And I love him for this

“Stay with me. Don’t worry about them. Keep those pretty lips on mine and no one will know that your needy pussy is riding my hand.”

“I want to more than anything,” he said roughly, “but I can’t for a little while.” Violet sat back and lowered her arms. “Okay…” Roman adjusted the crotch of his pants, and the redness in his cheeks darkened. Violet followed his gaze and noticed a large wet spot on his pants. Realization hit her, and she looked up with a wicked grin. “That’s flattering.”

“Feels great, but not great enough, apparently, if feeling you fall apart on my fingers made me soak my pants.”

The mischievous glint reappeared in Roman’s eyes. “No. I think I’ll let them see.” “Roman Covington, I swear to the gods,” she whisper-yelled. He winked and opened the carriage door. It would sadden her to lose him now that she had him as her own, but it couldn’t be avoided because she was going to kill him.

She obediently crossed the room and climbed into bed, wondering what was wrong with her. Who got off on knowing someone had creepily stalked them for years? He’d watched her sleep every night, for fuck’s sake.

How could news of the attack have made it to Saltu fast enough for Marissa to hear and meet them? It couldn’t have. Three days to Saltu to deliver the news and another three back, give or take a day to adjust for speed, it’d take at least eleven days.

That’s right. He’s mine.

“I don’t think she’s a threat to you,” he replied. “If she were, she wouldn’t be breathing.” “I didn’t say she was a threat, but when she oversteps, and she will, I hope you’re ready to face the consequences.” Roman’s head popped back. “What is that supposed to mean?” Violet succeeded in extracting herself from his hold and shook out the skirt of her dress. “It means that I’m telling you she has feelings for you, and if she kiss-attacks you, I’ll never let you live it down.”

“I trust your faithfulness,” she informed him, “but I don’t trust your judgement, and I don’t trust her.”

Speechless, Violet turned to him fully, noting how nervous he looked. “Roman, this is beautiful, but what is it? I’ve never heard of this place.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “I had it built for us while you were gone.” She stood staring between him and the house. “You built us a house?”

“You did all of this,” she motioned to his tattoos, “and this, and gods knows what else. You stalked me, you watched me sleep, which in retrospect is really fucking weird, but it’s also sweet, and what have I done?” She held her hands up with a shrug and dropped them helplessly. “I’ve done nothing but stand here and cry on the beautiful porch of the beautiful house you had built for me.” Silence stretched between them like a gaping canyon, separating them. Pointing out their one-sided relationship wasn’t her best idea. What if she lost him? “I’ll do better,” she swore. “I’ll play strategy games with you every day.”

“And then I met you. You made me feel like I was normal.”

“I have loved you since the day I watched you crawl around in chicken shit, Violet Maekin, and now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

“Spread for me, princess. Let me look at the pretty cunt I’ll be eating tonight.”

“You can take it, princess,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “Your pretty little pussy will stretch for me like it was made to do.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Violet asked between pants. Roman dropped his head and laughed. Never had he been so light and free, and it had nothing to do with the warmth still encircling his dick. “I learned a thing or two from the shows we watched.”