Mag-log inChapter 4The Maids PovMy fingers tremble as I adjust the high collar of my maid’s uniform, but it’s useless, the fabric clings to my skin, too thin to hide the dark, bruised imprint of Alaric’s teeth. The mark pulses when I touch it, a slow, throbbing reminder of last night. Of his hands pinning me down, his voice rough in my ear, You’ll wear my mark where everyone can see it.I swallow hard, The castle is already filled with movement, servants bustling with trays of breakfast, guards exchanging quiet words, the distant clatter of silverware from the great hall. And then there’s her…Mira, the head laundress, her arms folded over her apron as she blocks my path. Her gaze locks onto my neck before I can even force a smile.“Good morning, Lyselle,” she says, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. “You look… flustered.”My fingers twitch at my sides. I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying me. “Just warm from the kitchens,” I lie, forcing a laugh that sounds too high, too bri
Chapter 3The Prince’s PovThe desk groans under Lyselle’s weight as I drive into her again, my cock buried to the hilt, her tight little cunt clenching around me like she never wants me to leave. Her nails rake down my back, her heels digging into the edge of the desk hard enough to leave marks in the polished wood. The firelight flickers over her skin, catching the sheen of sweat on her breasts, the way her nipples tighten every time I bottom out inside her. She’s still trembling from her last orgasm, her body oversensitive, but she takes me like she was made for it—like she needs it.“Fuck…Alaric!” Her voice breaks, her back arching off the desk as I grind my hips against hers, my cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes her whimper. I can feel her pulse around me, her walls fluttering, and I know she’s close again. But I’m not done with her yet.I slow my thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, just to hear her gasp. My fingers dig into her hips,
Chapter 2 The Maid’s PovThe latch clicks behind me, the heavy oak door sealing shut.The chamber is darker than before, only the embers in the hearth cast a dim, flickering glow, painting Alaric’s sharp features in gold and shadow. He hasn’t moved from where he stands near the desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the fine linen of his shirt, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the wood. The air between us is thick, charged, I barely have time to draw breath before he’s on me.His hand slams against the door above my head, the impact rattling the hinges, his body pressing mine flat against the wood. The scent of him floods my senses as his mouth crashes onto mine, not a kiss but a claim. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting just hard enough to make me gasp, and his tongue plunges inside, hot and demanding. I moan into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to anchor myself as his free hand rips at the laces of my bodic
Chapter 1I should be reviewing the trade agreements from the southern provinces, parchment spread across my desk, inkwell uncorked, but my focus keeps slipping. Not to the numbers, not to the seals pressed into wax, but to the way the door creaks open without a knock.Lyselle steps inside, her skirts whispering against the floor. She doesn’t announce herself. She never does. Just enters like she belongs here, like the rules of court don’t apply to the way she moves through my space. The scent of lavender and warm bread clings to her, the kind that lingers after she’s been in the kitchens too long, stealing bites when she thinks no one’s watching.“I brought more wine, Your Highness,” she murmurs, setting the decanter on the sideboard with deliberate slowness. Her fingers are long and elegant, the kind that should be playing a lute instead of scrubbing floors.I don’t look up. Not yet. The quill hovers over the parchment, my grip tightening just enough to make the feathers shift.
Chapter 6Maya doesn't look away. Her eyes, dark and glittering in the low light, rake over me, taking in the heave of my chest, the way my fists clench at my sides, the flush that refuses to fade from my cheeks. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows I’m rooted to the spot, my knees tremble.Slowly, deliberately, she shifts her weight. The mattress sighs beneath her, a sound that seems deafening in the quiet room. She spreads her legs wider, an obscene invitation that feels more like a challenge. The rose toy, still buzzing with that low, insistent hum, hovers just inches from her clit. She doesn't press it down. She holds it there, teasing herself, letting the anticipation build…or maybe just letting me watch her hand shake slightly with the effort of holding back."You're still here," she murmurs. Her voice is husky, wrecked from the moans I interrupted, but there’s a smirk curling the corner of her mouth. It’s a cruel twist of her lips. "I thought you were going to stor
Chapter 5I wait for the shift. I wait for her to crawl up my body, to wrap her arms around me, to look at me with that same hunger she had when she was tearing my clothes off. I expect the obsession to kick in now, the realization that I’m the one who just made her fall apart, that I’m the one who can give her what she needs. I expect her to be addicted, just like I am.Instead, she sits up. The movement is casual, indifferent. She runs a hand through her messy hair, smoothing it back from her face, and glances at the clock on her desk."Shit," she mutters, peeling herself away from me. "I promised Chad I’d meet him at the union."The cold air rushes in where her body heat used to be. I push myself up on my elbows, my blouse hanging open, my skirt still bunched around my waist. "Chad?""Yeah. He’s got that vape pen I wanted." She stands up, stretching her arms over her head, her spine cracking. She looks completely unbothered, while I feel like I’ve been turned inside out. "You goo
My body was still trembling from the aftermath of his assault. My skin flushed and marked from his touch. “This is your initiation,” he growled, his voice low , “You’ll learn your place. You’ll learn to obey.” He ran a gloved hand down my torso, his touch possessive, tracing the curve of my
Chapter 2I lay open wide across the bed, my body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, my chest rising and falling. He stood beside me, his eyes dark with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. His hand slid down my thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin still warm from his earlier touc
Chapter 5Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit. He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.I knew he was
Chapter 4The gallery was filled with different people, its high ceilings filled with the hushed murmurs of patrons as they wandered between canvases and sculptures. Leonardo’s latest collection Flesh and Surrender had its own the space: it showed naked bodies twisted together , women on top of







