Artemisia My look is still directed into the void as I replay Hendrick thrusting into my pussy from behind as I am on all four, hovering over Fynn who is massaging my clit with a smug grin. I could close my eyes and feel his fingers still sinking into my hips as he pulled my ass up to position my
Artemisia “Who is this?” My mother asks in a whisper as she looks at Rachel stepping out of the car curiously. “She looks familiar.” I turn my head to look at my mother and am still struggling for words as Hendrick chimes in casually. “A maid from the royal castle.” “Oh,” my mother says, seemingl
‘Nothing,’ I answer the mind link, trying to shake off my negative feelings as I say it. ‘Bullshit,’ he answers, his growl mixing with Drake’s. I halt in the hallway, the panic making me lose my breath as it squeezes my chest. ‘No, please. Stay with them and return as soon as you are done. We are
Artemisia As I step out of the office and walk back to the ground floor, I try to shake the sadness off me just as the door flings open, crashing against the wall. Fynn barges into the house, so eager to get into it that he doesn’t even notice me. Mirella and Alberta run after him hectically whil
Even Rachel joins in, making me look at her wide-eyed, “Maybe it would help you to just think that you are doing it for your pups. If you think of troubling others because of your pups it will surely be easier to handle the attention. You are expecting a special pup, so we have to be extra careful.”
Artemisia His scent envelops me before I can recognise him fully with my eyes adjusting to the dark. “You are drenched,” I smile as Cayden frowns at me. “I didn’t think. I just started running here,” he says, making my heart flip happily. He looks around, stepping closer. “Why are you all alone?
“Okay,” I breathe out and he shifts, dragging me out of bed with him. “Enough now. Come take a warm shower with me,” he says, making me giggle as he already carries me into the bathroom. *** “You can’t be serious about wanting to make her move around constantly. Did you see how weak she is?” My m
Artemisia “This one!” Ramona squeals, but my mother peeks at it, scrunching up her nose. “Isn’t she supposed to walk through a forest? With that gown, she would just swipe the ground.” Ramona groans while I giggle. “You surely know how to take the magic out of things, Lulu.” My mother gasps thea