"I can still smell you, Tamia," he said to me in his low husky voice, and I swallowed because my throat was dry. "Sylvester," I managed, and he pulled me onto his lap. the vehicle was moving. He kissed my neck and nibbled gently. I could feel his hardness underneath. I tried to hold my breath. "I
"His Majesty, Sylvester Volkov. The twenty-fifth king of the Volkov bloodline. Son of Lord Maurice Volkov and Lady Stephanie Balyeave Volkov," Larry said, and I could hear some contempt in his voice. I might have been imagining it, but who cares. Sylvester would sit on that throne, and there was not
~Tamia~ Sylvester looked breathtaking, sitting at the foot of the bed. I exhaled, and he looked at me and smiled. I could not let what Stephanie said spoil the night, so I returned the smile. I looked at his body and admired what I saw. "Your Majesty," I said with a breathy voice, and he grinned.
The punishment is death, Sylvester. We have people locked up for treason that never attempted taking your life; what do you think would happen to your mother, who planned and succeeded in having a lord and his officers killed by exposing him to his known enemy?" I asked him, and he was silent, seein
~Tamia~ The moment we stepped outside, I exhaled. "What would you like to speak to me about, Tamia?" he asked gently, and I looked at him. "First of all, I want to congratulate you. I heard of you and Susan, and I am happy for both of you," I said; he nodded and looked away. "I heard a rumour th
"Are you in trouble because of it?" he asked me gently, and I shook my head. "No, Devin, I am not, but someone dear to me other than Sylvester is," I told him, and he frowned at me. "Stephanie is being blackmailed; they claim that the letter was written by her and caused Maurice's death. They said
I had asked myself severally how Jenny could get her hands on the letter with her so-called investigator. Why would she have someone in the south? I had thought it was a way of keeping an eye on her enemies, but Devin made it make sense now. Maybe the influential person behind Jenny's son had been
"Did he have Marcel tested?" I asked, and Devin chuckled. "How am I to know that part? I doubt the guy did that. You needed to see him, Tamia. He was mad," Devin said. "So you let him get away?" I asked, and he nodded. "A deal is a deal, Tamia. He had surrendered and told me why he did it. I woul