Nectar of the Wicked (Deadly Divine, #1)

by Ella Fields

“You are the most exquisite treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered against my mouth. He bit my lip—hard enough that I flinched. I gasped when he sucked it clean of blood and dragged his mouth over my cheek to vow to my ear, “And I’m going to do such filthy, dishonorable things to you.”

“Would you like me to be the first to touch your lovely cunt, sweet creature?”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. He lowered his mouth to mine and rasped, “You are the sweetest fucking nectar I’ve ever tasted.” Our lips grazed with each word. “Kiss me.”

“I require a bride.”

Sign me up please!!

Florian lifted a shoulder and took another sip of whiskey. “I intend to go to war, and although I intend to win, it would be irresponsible of me to attempt as much without someone to rule in my stead should death find me.”

“You will wish for nothing, butterfly. You will have every comfort you need, including the protection

my court in your precious search for this home you desire. Just be mindful that should you find whatever that might be...” Flurries emerged, his words a cold and overt warning. “You will belong only to me.”

“Say it, sweet creature.” Florian straightened and strode toward me. “I’m starving to hear all about how I devoured your beautiful cunt to make you more amenable to my wicked plans.”

“Hello, Majesty.” His jaw ticked. “Florian.” “I’m afraid you’ve been gone too long for me to feel that familiar with you,” I teased.

“I’ve had my tongue in your cunt and your drool on my neck,” he said with far too much ease. He smirked when my eyes widened. “If that’s not familiar, then please...” He clasped the back of my legs, hands slowly rising up my thighs, the towel taken with them. “Do tell me what is.”

“You are a plague upon this land, Florian, just as your sister was—” A dagger to his eye ended his frantic words.

You are a princess of Baneberry.

beautiful and cruel. His eyes darkened upon my own. “Do you believe you are in need of saving, butterfly?” “Don’t call me that.” “The name Tullia derives from a species of butterfly.”

Rather than bid him good morning as I’d done every day prior, a greeting he’d never deigned to return, I said, “I know why you detest me now.” The steward blinked and arched a brow. “Oh?” I narrowed my eyes. “And I’ll have you know that I find your unfair judgment almost as disgusting as your king.” I left him gaping after me and entered the dining room.

bit the inside of my cheek, then said, “I need a bowl of water, please.” One of the twins asked, “What in the skies for?” His brother elbowed him. “To lap at like a good little pet,” I said coldly, shocking them and myself. I licked my teeth and sighed. “For the wolf in my rooms.”

Finally, Kreed said, “A wolf cannot be domesticated, Princess.”

“Neither can females who’ve been tricked into marriage, yet here I am...” I forced a smile. “Stuck here doing whatever the king wishes.”

“They touched you,” he said, and so simply, as he stared at the male who’d lost consciousness

while he stood before the next one. “Groped you.” He turned to me with eyes so dark and wild, I ceased breathing. He jabbed his finger at his chest. “My treasure. My creature.” He turned and kicked the leg of the male behind him, roaring, “Fucking mine.”

Carefully and quietly, he said, “Would you keep help in your household who might one day be captured and forced to tell the enemy every secret they’ve heard within your walls?”

“I told her so, and she told me it was my fault. That I was a coward for not killing my own wife.”

That is literally crazy !!!!!

“I should hate you.” Avrin’s smirk was cruel, his scent a rising spiced mint as he loomed over me and set his hands on either side of my head upon the door. “I want to hate you. You’re ignorant and insufferably trusting and naive, and it drives me mad, but that is also why I can’t. This...” He gestured around us. “This prison you’re referring to?” His hand slapped back against the wood by my head as he leaned so close, I could see the flecks of brown within his gold eyes. “It’s supposed to be mine, and now, I can’t help but be glad that I might have to share it, and it fucking enrages me.”

“Thought you weren’t interested in Florian’s toys.” He stepped back, his hands slowly sliding down the door. “I lied.”

Ohh this is messy!!! Why are you starting this at 92%?!?

Several failed heartbeats later, Avrin murmured, “You cannot mean...” Another pause. “She is your daughter.” Molkan growled, “I went without one for twenty years, only to be handed a creature sullied by my enemy.” His voice dropped. “I care not for her fate. I cannot afford to when more important things are at stake.”

What is he planning?? You really arent shit Molkan

Then Avrin spoke in a hard tone. “Tullia is not an object to claim or discard, Sire.”

He is literally the only one that cares about her !!!

“Some of you might think you know who this creature is, but let me make one thing abundantly clear.” There was an intentional pause before he declared, “She is no daughter of mine. She is a traitor.”

Ohh he aint shit!!!!!!!

“This traitor was sent to our beloved kingdom to spy for her husband under the guise of wanting to escape him and to know her people, wanting to know me”—he laughed—“and under the guise of wedding one of our own loyal warriors, but we caught her.”

Ok now you pissing me off. Why are you lying?!?

Cold violence soaked his rasped words. “I’ve a wife to punish.”

DONT FUCKING PISS ME OFF FLORIAN!!! Thats the first thing you say to her?!?