The Throne Is Mine N Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

"Never a dull mont with you is there? You’re making it hard for

to let you go if you should one day beg for

too," said Killian as he watched Alia bring a box of books to where he sat.

"I don’t want to find out my mother is a witch but I wouldn’t mind learning that she had put a spell or sothing on my father. It wasn’t fair for her to be sitting quietly while he played in her face. I hope she did sothing to Annabelle since that woman would not stop taunting my mother," Alia said.

She had no idea what her mother’s train of thought was but hoped whatever it was would play out soon or maybe it did already.

"Being a witch wouldn’t be so bad for you-"

Alia gave Killian a random book since the witch made an appearance in multiple stories. She sat down beside him with the book she was going to read. "I want to be normal. Having a demon fiance is already more than I can handle. I’ve heard how witches are burned. I don’t want to be running away from two fires."

"What makes you think I would let anyone set you on fire?" Killian asked, looking at the side profile of Alia. She was quite beautiful. There was a mystery as to why there had not been a line of suitors at her door or if had she chased them away. He wouldn’t put it past her. He was curious about what tactics she used to hold out this long.

"Why are you staring at , Killian? You are ant to be reading," Alia stated, without looking at him. She could feel his heated gaze on her.

"I was thinking about how beautiful you are."

This caught her attention and she looked at him. "What do you want from ?"

Killian was taken aback by her response. "Why would you assu I want sothing from you?"

"The complint felt suspicious. Thanks to your little surprise today I will have to turn down whatever you want from . What?" Alia asked in regards to his offended look.

"I am not complinting you because I need sothing. Are you sure you are not a part demon?"

Killian poured out more of his alcohol to help him further enjoy the night.

"I assure you that I am normal. At least I think I am. How much of that do you intend to drink? I don’t want to be stuck in a room with a drunk demon. I will have to throw you out of the room if you start acting a fool. I’ve had enough of drunk n in high positions," said Alia.

It reminded her of her father who would foolishly be drinking with the n from the court after they sat around to co up with plans that failed from the start unless it concerned making them rich.

"This wouldn’t get

drunk. It was made by your kind. It is just pleasing on the tongue. Would you like so?" Killian offered, holding out the cup for her to take.

Alia wasn’t fond of the strong scent coming from his cup. She preferred sothing with a sweetness to it. "No thank you. It is not much better if I get drunk. I might go on so crazy adventure or do sothing stupid in front of you before falling asleep. I only drink to fall asleep," she paused as she realized sothing else she was upset about.

"Killian," she turned her upper body to face him. "I rember specifically telling you not to put

to sleep without warning but yet you did."

Killian enjoyed the change in the tone she now had compared to a mont ago. She spoke low and was the calst he had ever seen her be but the way she eyed him showed her anger. "Is this what it is like to be scolded by a mother figure?" He asked.

Alia placed the book down to have her hands free for what she was about to do. She took her index finger and repeatedly jabbed Killian in his stomach before moving to his chest where the pain would be for her. "This is what it feels like each ti you put

to sleep without warning. Stop laughing," she said, pushing her nail deep into his skin since he was not feeling pain when he was ant to be.

"Killian, I have thought of a perfect wedding gift," said Alia.

Killian held her finger to stop her attacks."Haven’t I given you enough gifts already?"

"No. I want sothing that can hurt you."

Killian rang his tongue under his sharp teeth which resembled small fangs. "Are you a sadist, princess? How did you know that I enjoy torture? What kind of tool would you like?"

Alia quickly got the feeling he wasn’t thinking of the sa torture as she was. "Sothing to make you bleed if needed. Nothing upsets you and there is nothing I can do to lightly hurt you in response to your gas. I want sothing to jab you with. Nothing that will not get aroused. That is not my intention."

Killian picked up a long strand of curly hair and twisted it around his finger. "Then I am afraid there is nothing I can offer you. What can hurt

even for a mont will be arousing if you are the one harming . There is one thing that hurts

and I am not aroused."

"What is it?" Alia asked, not picking up on the trap he was laying out. She feared the weapons given to her by her grandmother would do too much damage to Killian which was why she didn’t want to use them. Killian must have sothing around that would give him slight pain from a little jab. She wanted to see him wince.

Killian tapped his lips. "I find that it hurts when you kiss

and pull away before the real excitent starts."

"You," Alia sighed.