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Her friend huffed and planted her hands on her hips. She had a petite frame, and her light skin flushed from head to toe when she was angry, and it took all Rory’s strength not to laugh. She was as far from intimidating as one could get.
“It would look amazing, and you could see it exactly as others do.”
Two were one, and one is yours. Do not let him fool you. His darkness is poison. Only the golden child can save you.
There will always be someone who thinks of me as their villain. The least I can do is be a damn good one.”
Rory waltzed into the ballroom at four-thirty wearing a long, black, silk dress with slits to the top of each thigh. The top was rigid and held up by two thin straps and the neckline plunged to her navel, showcasing the little bit of breasts she had.
Shadows discreetly trailed under her dress and up her legs in a way that instantly made her wet, and she bit her lip to stop a moan.
“Do not challenge me unless you are prepared to lose, Aurora.” He stood and disappeared
He hung his head, and realized he needed to fuck Rory out of his system, but he knew if he had a taste, she would be his until death.
He ignored her and strode across the room. “What do you see when you look at me?” “An asshole,” she replied. Her answer was immediate, and he frowned. “That was rude,” he muttered. “What do I look like to you?”
An Aeternum was a Royal’s eternal mate.
“I have a new toy to play with,” he said, breaking her trance. His eyes seared into her, the insinuation clear. “You seem the type to break your toys,” she murmured. He wouldn’t break her. After donning his pants, he moved toward her, his blonde hair dripping water onto his chest. “I am.”
“How did you fit a banana in your pants?” “My pants already carry something much larger.” Sam grinned as he peeled the fruit and took a large bite.
He stood and retreated to his reading nook. “If she comes here again, ask her to have a seat and wait for me.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.” Her voice held more conviction than she felt. He looked annoyed. “If you’re sleeping in this bed, I assure you, you are.” That signature smirk returned, and she hated that she loved it. “We can fuck too, if that’s what you want.”
“I need your help,” Rory said reluctantly after a few minutes. He stood by the bathtub within seconds. “What can I do?” She motioned to her hair. “Can you wash my hair?”
If she was being courted, she needed to look damn good.
