Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Amelia leaned into the kiss. She didn’t fight me, didn’t push me away as I’d expected. I ripped my lips away from her. I wanted to stay in control of her, of myself. I pulled my sickle-shaped knife and hooked it in the collar of her dress, then jerked it down. Amelia cried out in shock. Pearls and gems spilled onto the floor. The blade slid all the way to the hem of the skirt, and I followed its brutal descent until I knelt on the floor and the blade slammed against the wooden floor, getting stuck. I released the knife and left it sticking in the floor. The dress slipped off Amelia’s body, leaving her in see-through panties. My gaze drank her in. Her lean legs, the beautiful valley between her thighs, the dark triangle beneath the rose laced into the sheer fabric of her panties, her soft belly, narrow hips, and those perfect, round breasts.
I wore a crown like a king, ruled over my men like a king, and I decided over life and death like a king, but kneeling at Amelia’s feet, I felt like a peasant about to worship. How could anyone be this beautiful?
Amelia flushed, embarrassment staining her cheeks rosy. The rosy hue spread down her throat and breasts. Those pink nipples teased me.
“I want to punish you,” I said in a raw voice, then shoved up to my feet and snatched up one of those small nipples between my lips. I sucked the soft peak into my mouth, then lavished the hardening pebble with my tongue before I murmured, “I want to worship you, too. What am I supposed to do with you?”
She touched my neck, her fingers gently gliding into my hair, making me want to purr. God, her touch was like a balm. I sucked her nipple sharply, wanting to be the one who determined the course of this night. “Worship me,” she whispered.
I chuckled darkly against her nipple and nipped at it, making her gasp before I soothed it with my tongue. “I’m not sure you are deserving of worship.”
I wanted to lose myself in her, wanted to lose control. I wanted to claim her every first, wanted to take pleasure and serve revenge. I wanted her tears, her begging, her fear. I wanted to destroy her because she nearly destroyed me, but as I peered up into her face, I realized she still held the power for devastation in her hands.
Nestore’s breath was hot against my chest. His teeth grazed my sensitive nipple in a warning, a promise? Even my body wasn’t sure, torn between arousal and panic. “Why did you pick roses from the maze for my bouquet?”
His gaze lowered to the flowers I’d dropped on the floor. “Because they are beautiful and fragile-looking but can pierce you with their thorns like you, and to honor the memory of my mother.”
“Oh,” I whispered, touched by his thoughtfulness. If he tried to honor his mother like this, my Nestore must still be in him. “That’s very sweet of you.”
Straightening to his full height, he scoffed and took my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Amelia, don’t be foolish enough to think of me as sweet. You’ll start to hope when there’s none.”
I gritted my teeth. Cruelty followed every glimpse of kindness. It was as if two hearts beat in his chest. He bowed his head, and his teeth grazed my nipple again, sending a surprising spike of lust through me. At the same time, I worried if this was only a taste of the pain Nestore had planned for me. His lips cupped my breast and sucked. Every tug sent shivers through my body. Heat gathered between my thighs. Soon, I was panting softly, my fingers in his hair tense with need. He released my nipple and sank to his knees. It was an astonishing sight. Nestore, dressed in fur and bone, was kneeling at my feet and looking up at me in a mix of admiration and rage.
“I’ll make you scream tonight,” he promised with a smile that almost reached his eyes.
Nestore was achingly beautiful. A cruel, dark prince who only smiled when he could break his broken princess.
I nodded. “I expect you to.”
Nestore shook his head, then lowered his gaze to the apex of my thighs. “You are mine, Amelia.” He reached out and brushed his thumb over the spot where my panties outlined my folds. He traced the rose petals, making me tingle. I shivered at the gentleness of the touch. Nestore’s lips parted as he stroked his thumb up and down the crease. The red of the lace rose darkened with hints of arousal as he teased me with gentle fingers. Tingles spread from my button to my core. He closed his eyes and released a low breath, looking almost in pain. He didn’t open his eyes as he leaned forward.