I couldn’t stop. Hell, I didn’t want to. My chest heaved as I tried to fight off the urge to go into her room but my cock wasn’t ready to be reasoned with, wasn’t ready to accept the fact that the most action we were getting today was the one we got from torturing that traitor. My cock strained in
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The silence between Lucien and I stretched for a moment as I stared outside the window, looking at the landscape while my mind kept doubling back to Octavia. The moon goddess might have said that watching her, Octavia, suffer was my punishment but I couldn’t help but feel that t
There’s no guarantee that I would be able to stop myself if I ever bring myself to look at her. I wouldn’t want to stay away from her and that’s the last thing she needs. She needs to be away from me until she’s fully recovered. Sighing, I pushed my door open and I was hit with a sudden smell that
Besides, I already have a son. “Not like you would have been able to do anything about it.” I stopped walking as I threw my head back to look at him and his lips twitched but he wasn’t smiling. Not exactly but if someone else wore that reaction on his face, I might have been able to call it a laug
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. “What do you think about the torturing process?” I asked Lucien as I stepped aside to take off my gloves and wash the blood off my hand in the basin one of my men had provided. “What are you asking me, Overlord?” Lucien asked with his voice low and the kind of tone that said ‘I’
By the tenth, he was sobbing, head bowed forward, sweat and blood painting him in a sheen of human ruin as his eyes begged me but…. …. I wasn’t done. This wasn’t even near enough to satisfy me at all. “Oh no,” I whispered, dragging a sawtooth knife down his chest, not deep enough to kill him but