It's been blood, ashes, and dirty in just three days, arriving at the castle, I heard of Isabelle wonders. Somehow, the people of Etlas were free and ready to return to their homes. I had made an arrangement to open the new estate on the island for some, of course they would have to trade something, and also, dominating Lakes completely was finally achieved, I had known about the soliders trying to take back their people, Governor Robert had been sending complaints.Now, I was home, ready to see my wife again, and this time, I am not letting her go, not like I ever let her go, but don't want to leave her, and it's going to be just us."Your Majesty!" Andrew calls, smiling, but his smile disappears seeing I had returned with the Tian ladies— Isabelle's new bodyguards. "Ah, I guess we are not needed?" He asks, and I look back at them, I shrug, and I know she's inside."Is she in?" I ask, and Andrew steps backwards."Her Majesty is asleep," he says. "Thank you, Andrew. Why don't you take
"You're the reason for this. You don't just sneak on people in the middle of the night," Isabelle says, bitting her nails nervously, unable to look my eyes.We rushed Betty to Nick's chambers. She was badly injured since the water was boiling hot. I can't say much of it is my fault, but I don't mind taking the blame, besides, Kesem said he was going home which I knew was a lie, maybe it wasn't after all, because Betty wouldn't be here very early. I made it clear I would be visiting my queen, I can't understand how the news of my return didn't get to her or my command.Finally, Nick steps out of the room, and he sighs heavily and smiles afterwards. I have no idea what that means."How is she?" I ask Nick. The door opens, and Kesem rushes in. He pauses, looks at Isabelle, and bows. "She is going to be fine. She just needs much rest and constant check up, I think it would be best if you leave her here for a while. She needs constant check up, and addressing her wounds. Thank goodness you
KYLER'S POV"Now," I turn to Isabelle, who continues to swallow, breathing heavily, almost like she knows exactly what I am about to do to her. "On your knees," I say, and she hesitates, I walk closer to her, staring around her body, and the only thing I can think about is how to get rid of that dress, I need to feel her skin against mine, I can't wait to touch it. "On your fucking knees," I blurt out, and instantly she drops to her knees. "That's my good girl," I say."Kyler," she calls out breathlessly. I stand in front of her and hold her chin up with my index finger. Her eyes meet mine. "Oh," she mutters, looks away."Take it off, my belt," Isabelle's eyes meet with mine, fierce, and not willing to obey. "Isabelle?" She tightens her lips and slowly begins to take it off. Damn, she's not protesting with me right now? How much more cute can she be? The thinly carpeted floor dug into my skin, and my breaths came out in harsh rasps when my cock sprung out, thick and hard, and alread
Victoria was here, and I was too weak even to argue. My thoughts were cloudy, with Isabelle licking me off her face. That image has been in my head for thirty minutes now, and I can't understand what she's saying. Victoria, I mean, I don't care if she got hot. I just somehow need to hear Isabelle scream my name while I'm buried deep inside her sweet tight pussy. I know she wants that because I could see her touch herself while she sucked on her knees."Kyler?" Isabelle whispered, her breath fanned against my neck, shivering me back to reality."Your Majesty, I hope you can spare me a room in the royal palace?" Victoria said. I leaned backwards and grabbed Isabelle's hand, kissing the back of her hands while my brain could finally process what she was saying.I turned to Isabelle, and she smiled brightly, waiting for my reply. I chuckled, but not because of her smile but her lipstick; she barely managed to adjust. It was still smeared, and I'm sure people must have seen it. She frowned
"You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," "You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," "You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," I can't recall how many times that sank into my brain. It's all over me, Kyler's words to Victoria. An arranged marriage? How did he ever think of that? How could he dare say that in front of his subs and in front of me? He knows how much I value Victoria, yet he shamed her in my presence."Your Majesty," Kia calls, and I look at her through the mirror, "His Majesty requires your attention in his chambers," Kia says, and I nod "Rely this message or tell him I'm busy," I say."He cancelled your schedule for the week and wants you immediately," I scoffed. I said I would cancel my schedule, not the other way around. "Ayn?" I call, and she raises her head from where she gives me a manicure on my feet. "Please inform—" The door flings open, hitting the wall, and I look start
"How dare him?" I scream, pushing everything down the table. This wasn't what I had in mind: marriage?? I laugh continuously until I fall to my knees, exhausted. Three hours gone, and I hate myself for coming down to the palace. I set my house on fire and made a plan to make it look like I was robbed."You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband," His words are stuck in my head like a favourite song, and I can't stop humming. I clench my hands around my head, sitting in the dark, cold corner, my hands wrapped around my legs. Make it stop! Make it stop! Declan Hill, "You must get married. I'd I would be the one who picks your husband, Declan Hill," I know it. He is keeping an eye on me. He is— my skin is turning pale from the harsh cold. Stella isn't here to turn fire, and I can't. It's too cold, and I don't want to die either."My—" Stella barges in, startled. She quickly rushes to the lamp and takes it, turning it on. Once the light is on, her eyes widen, s
Isabelle's cries are muffled inside my mouth. We won't have gone out for a stroll at 3 am because we ended up fucking in the garden.This time, lightning struck the sky, accompanied by hasty winds, and a storm was close.It started with Isabelle unable to sleep, and we ended up on the garden chair, staring at the night sky. It was strange and had no stars. Isabelle told me how the maids of Lakes came together and told stories at night.I teased her about how she was so bad, yet I was her first, and she didn't take it well. I knew I had to comfort her, but her breaths when I pulled her on my lap, caressing her thighs and pleading softly.We kissed, and soon after, nasty words spat out of Isabelle's lips, phrases like, "Please, touch me, I want you to fuck me, Kyler," Damn, she has a very nasty mouth for someone who looks like they can't hurt a fly. One minute, she's confused, and the next, she's taking my cock like a nasty little slut.And as you know, I would never deprive Isabelle o
It was morning; by the time I opened my eyes, the rain had stopped falling, and the sun shined bright. Kyler still lay beside me, asleep.I had the craziest night of my life last night. I rolled to his sides and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful until his brows thinned, and his calm expression turned into sadness, his breath heavied."Hey," I tapped his cheeks slightly, and his eyes opened, catching my wrist most tightly. It burned where he held onto me, "You're hurting me," I said. He blinked, probably trying to recognise who it was, "It's me. It's Isabelle," I said, scared for my life."Shit, I'm sorry, love," he said, releasing me. "It's fine," I paused for a while, our eyes locked. I rested my forehead against him, and he smiled, holding me. "Was that a nightmare?" I caressed his head gently."Just a bad dream," he said, his voice rough and hoarse."Does it happen often?" Kyler wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me. He took a deep breath, our forehead pressed aga