(A MONT EARLIER)
Alice ca slithering in like a snake, her see-through silk robe untied, demanding my focus right in the middle of a eting with Eros.
Her excuse was wanting my attention, but I could easily see through her ruse; I am not the only one who enjoys gas in this castle. It was all a show—her way of asserting dominance over her newest rival.
Everyone had seen the kiss. The supposed favor bestowed upon the king’s favorite, Valoria Wilderose.
So, of course, Alice ca wanting a piece—to prove to herself and everyone else that she is just as special, if not more.
Ordinarily, I would not have given in to her. I despise being a pawn in soone else’s ga.
But tonight, sothing inside burned hotter—annoyance, anger, and beneath it all, a deep, insatiable hunger I could no longer ignore.
I told myself I wanted to tornt Selene’s agent — to crush Valoria’s spirit, to strip her of every ounce of grace her precious goddess had gifted her.
My goal was not Valoria for herself but Selene through her: to make the goddess feel the desecration of everything she loved. That has always been my purpose. My plan. My war.
But then I kissed her.
The fucking best kiss of my endless existence.
In that brutal second, everything I’d sworn to do — the cruelty I’d rehearsed in my head to wound Selene — collapsed into sothing else: a raw, animal hunger that had nothing to do with strategy.
The act that was supposed to desecrate beca the very thing that made forget why I wanted to desecrate at all.
That temptress had my full attention the mont she stepped into the wedding hall. A ceremony I had never truly cared for suddenly consud whole.
I followed the motions without thought, without restraint—and she wasn’t even present enough to care. So I kissed her. To punish her. To bend her to my will. To make her taste the man she claid to hate.
It made sense then. But it was a mistake.
I never make mistakes.
And yet, that truth began to unravel the mont Valoria walked into my life.
Because now, I wanted to prove sothing different. That she was nothing special. That she was just another woman I would tire of—no different from the dozens I could have.
I wanted to remind her, and myself, that she didn’t matter. That once again, I had won.
So, I gave in and fucked the desperate whore. She’s nothing but a wet, eager pussy begging to be used, no different from the others—a pawn in this long, endless ga.
A ans to an end.
Just as I anticipated, I felt her drawing closer, waiting at the door for the longest five seconds before it flew open, just as the she-wolf on top of began to grind into , enveloped in pleasure.
I looked at Valoria with anticipation, holding her stunned eyes for a mont, gauging her reaction. I t surprise, then anger—but it was not enough.
I want it to hurt as much as it did earlier today when she ignored and stared with those resentful eyes.
I want her more broken than I am—shattered and ruined, unrecognizable to the world, except to .
I want those bright eyes void of light and innocence, her soul torn to shreds until she is nothing and desperate. And then I...
I want...
"Oh... you’re here already," I acknowledged her loudly enough for the gyrating woman on top of to realize it was ti to play.
Her eyes flickered open, darting toward the door, noticing Valoria before she smiled delightfully.
"Oh my, Valoria... I didn’t see you there. Would you care to join us?" she offered. Her part was deliciously played out, just as I imagined—cold and vicious.
What will you do now, Valoria? How will you react? Do sothing fun—cower, cry... anything at all to make all of this worth it. Make this good for !
She remained standing still as a statue.
Sohow, she managed to gain control of her expression and emotion, swallowing most of it down until nothing but disgust was left on her face.
She didn’t move, didn’t speak. Her cold gaze watched , completely detached. Sothing ugly and disgusting crawled into my chest.
"That’s enough," I ordered.
This isn’t fun anymore. I’m bored.
"Get off." I pushed her roughly.
She fell backward against the bed with a gasp, sitting upright with a questioning look directed at .
Her lips moved to question my decision until I threw her one threatening death glare that shut her up.
She cowered in fear, quickly picking up her piece of cloth and wrapping it around herself. She leaped off the bed, practically running past Valoria through the door, and shut it behind her.
The second she was gone, I felt as though I could breathe again, focusing on Valoria.
She was dressed in sothing similar yet more conservative, ant to catch my eye for tonight, showing more skin than usual.
It’s a mystery how I find it more attractive than the practically naked woman who was literally on top of . I fight the urge to focus on the tent forming in my pants.
"To think you’d actually walk back in here on your own two feet after such a passionate declaration today. I’m surprised. I imagined I’d have to drag you myself and fulfill the final rites, but of course, trust you to suck the fun out of everything," I tease her on purpose.
Then I gauge her for a reaction, waiting for her to explode like a ticking ti bomb.
I know she’s only holding it back—her sha and embarrassnt—swallowing it whole just to appear tough. Her biting her lower lip in front of gives her away.
"D-d-did I interrupt s-s-sothing? I can co back later," she blurts out, hiding her face away. Without waiting for a response, she turns toward the door, ready to make her escape.
The reality of the situation must have dawned on her. Her courage fades as she realizes she has to face the horrid man she hates so much.
"Running away again?" I call out before she can grab hold of the doorknob. "It’s getting pretty boring, you know. How many days has it been since you ca here, and you’ve not even achieved anything? How long are you going to waste your ti instead of doing what you’ve been ordered by your goddess to do?"
Baiting... and then boom—she reacts.
Her furious eyes lock on , holding back tears, hating the fact that I’m right.
Just as swiftly as she was about to leave, she storms toward , charged up on a rush of adrenaline. I smirk, watching her without flinching until she stands right in front of like a tiny little elf, trembling.
Her small, slender hands press against my chest, pushing back onto the bed with barely any strength. Still, I let her, falling back and sitting up lazily.
"Oh, feisty..."
She ignores , focused but scared, breathing fast and uneven. Every flicker of emotion on her face is readable now.
She wants nothing more than to run away, but her fierce spirit won’t let her. She wants to prove wrong.
Slowly, she begins to strip in front of , and I’m reminded of that night again as each piece of clothing falls one by one.
Sothing about her innocent hesitation makes it all the more intoxicating.
I hold my breath like a giddy fool until the last piece falls, leaving her completely bare again—naked as the day she was born.
I’d sworn back then that her effect on was only because it was the first ti I’d seen her naked.
But after days of replaying that image over and over, seeing her again like this... I think it’s safe to say that theory has been completely debunked.
Whatever this woman is—whatever spell she’s managed to weave around —I don’t care. I want her.
Purely for sexual purposes. To ravish her until I’m satiated and done. Until her skinny body ans nothing to .
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