Damien's POV Melissa looked me in the eyes as she kissed my stomach and the tip of my cock. âWhat do I taste like?â I groaned in pleasure as she rolled her tongue around my cock. She smiled. âYou taste like us, your cum and my juices.â Then she started giving me a world class blow job. She kicked my entire length as she sucked my entire length into her mouth. Slowly, she took me in until I was touching the back of her throat. Then she would start all over again. âTell you what, Damien,â she said, pausing, âyou're the only one I've ever done this with.â I didn't know whether to believe her, but I didn't Derek on it. I was enjoying her cock sucking too much to dwell on it. She picked up her pace and was now sucking and slurping my dick. Her saliva dripped down on my cock. She tried to take me deeper than she ever had and her gag reflex kicked in. She was doing a number on me, but I wanted to feel her pussy wrapping around my cock. I reached under her arms and tugged her up
Damien's POV The moment Matilda slipped into the closet, I moved towards the door, my pulse hammering in my veins. Melissa shouldnât know her mother was here. At least not yet. But her mother? That was a different story. A dark thrill shot through me at the thought of Melissaâs face if she ever found out what her mother and I had done. The shock, the betrayal. It was almost too delicious. But for Matildaâs sake, I had to keep this hidden. At least for now. Taking a deep breath, I swung the door open and there she stood. My beautiful, pregnant goddess, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Every curve of her body was a masterpiece, her belly round and full, proof of the life weâd created together. She was radiant, untouchable, like some divine vision carved by the hands of Aphrodite herself. My throat went dry. Gods. She was breathtaking. Had always been. She greeted me with a smile and a kiss. Boy, she felt good against me. âHi, Lisa?â I greeted her. âWhat a
Princess Lara's Point Of View All of a sudden, bright lights appeared in front of me. Before I could even register what it was or who it was, a sharp screech of tires filled the air, followed by a violent impact that slammed into me. A sharp pain exploded through my body. I heard a loud scream behind me, but at that moment, I couldn't tell who the voice belonged to. My legs gave out beneath me and the world spun. I fell. The world went dark, and I felt my eyes close, even though I fought to keep them open. BEEP! BEEP! A loud horn pulled me back to reality and my eyes snapped open, blinking against the harsh glare of headlights that were indeed very real, but still several feet away from me. A car, a sleek, black sedan, stopped two meters away from where I was standing and I watched as the driver leaned out of the window. âHey! Get your ass out of the road!â The man yelled, his voice laced with annoyance and I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me he'd been honking for ages.
Princess Lara's Point Of View I made my way back to the Palace. I didn't even bother to take the car with me. Even when my personal guard and my driver tried to plead with me to get into the car, I refused. I didn't want to go home just yet. I wanted to be able to get my mind off Dexter's words. Because I know deep down that if I go home immediately, I'll think about his words. I really can't believe that I've been in love with a betrayer, a man who claimed to love me, but never did. A man who pretended to love me just so he could become the King. He must have felt that this was the easiest way for him to become wealthy. I can't believe how stupid I've been all these while. âNo, you aren't.â Lyra whispered quietly. âYou loved him and trust me, it's not a bad thing to love. It's not a bad thing toâŠ.â âIt's a bad thing to fall in love with a poor man.â I regret everything. I've been wasting my time on him all these times without having any idea about it. âWell, you shouldn't h
Princess Lara's Point Of View âNo, Dexter.â I replied while shaking my head. âI can't do it.â âWhy?â He inquired as he stared at me with a look that I couldn't quite place. âYou don't want me to make love to you?â âYes, Dexter.â I nodded. I was hellbent on making him hate me and this was a part of it. I have to do everything possible to make sure he hates me. And this was part of it. âI can't.â âWhy?â He asked as he took a step backwards. âYou hate me already?â I tried to take his hands into mine, but he swatted mine away. âAnswer me, Lara. Do you hate me already?â âOf course not, Dexter. I don't hate you.â âThen why can't you let me make love to you for the last time?â I couldn't bring myself to answer. Thus I kept quiet, staring at anywhere but his face. I hate that I was doing this to him, but I have no choice. But I forced myself to stare at him. âFine.â His lips curled into a smile. âYou are hellbent on cutting me off. Tell you what, you are free to do it. You are
Zade's POV âI've missed you, Zade.â My mate whispered quietly. I was currently on a call with her. By the heavens, I've missed her. Never has it crossed my mind that I'll ever find myself missing some, apart from my mother and sister, but here am I, missing my mate. If only she knows how hard it is for me to stay in this hell hole, away from her, away from her arms. I've fucking missed everything about her. âOh sunshine,â I growled in annoyance, because no matter how bad I missed her, I can't go back to her, until this fucking meeting was over. âYou have no idea how much I've missed you.â We've been talking with each other everyday, every night. And most times, she'll sleep off while in the middle of the call and I'll just sit on the bed, listening to her heartbeat, watching her sleep, as I wait patiently for her to wake up. âWhen will you be back?â She asked me. It filled me with joy to know that I have someone waiting for me at home. Many months ago, I saw no reason to rush
(For some reason, this chapter will be written from the author's point of view, to establish some points that'll be relevant as the story progresses. Please don't let it confuse you) â â Author's Point Of View âWhere is the Princess?â Morana hissed through gritted teeth as she stared at the maids. She'd gone to the Princess' room earlier, but she couldn't find her. She didn't find her personal maid, Sara, either. At first she thought that the Princess was in the Courtroom with the King's visitors, but she was told that the Princess hadn't come to the throne room. âGood morning, my Lady.â The maids chorused in greeting, but Morana snarled at them. Their greeting was the last thing she wanted. All she wanted to know was the Princess' whereabouts. âTo hell with your greeting. Now tell me, where is Princess Vaylara?â She snapped. âI'm afraid we haven't seen her today, my Lady.â One of them, Uria, answered and Morana let out a sharp scoff. She needed no soothsayer to tell her tha
Princess Lara's Point Of View âI was planning to propose to you.â Those words replayed in my head over and over again as I stared at Dexter. I can't believe that he was about to propose to me. Never had it crossed my mind that he had such plans, but too bad, it's never gonna work, because my father will never allow it. And if I ever decide to get married to Dexter without his consent, Dexter will end up dead. Who knows, that might be my fate too. He took my hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. âI was planning to propose to you, Lara. Or won't you like to spend the rest of your life with me?â But I couldn't say anything. Truth be told, I'd love that more than anything, but things aren't as easy as he thought. âAnswer me, please. Won't you love to spend the rest of your life with me?â He asked as he searched my eyes for answers. Answers that I couldn't give him. I tore my gaze off his and stared at my laps instead. âYou don't understand, Dexter.â He placed his hands un
Princess Lara's Point Of View âHi, Dexter?â I beamed as soon as he opened his doors for me. He looked really stunned and I could tell instantly that he wasn't expecting me here. Well, I didn't plan to come here eitherâŠ. âLiar.â Lyra snarled playfully and I couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped my lips. She was right though. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't plan on coming here. I fucking did. I woke up this morning and decided to come say hello to him, because I do miss him. It's been almost a week since I last saw him. âMy Princess?â His lips curled into a smile as he bowed slightly in greeting and I just rolled my eyes. I've told him countless times to stop addressing me like that, but he never seems to listen. He's just too stubborn! âCome on, Dex. You shouldn't address me like that.â I whined playfully, but all he did was shake his head. We are lovers for heaven's sake. âI can't address you by your name, my Princess. We are not in the same league.â He said the same word