A Little More to Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Leena's POVDespite all the information Damon crammed into my head all day, something about his blunt honesty about my father brings these strange feelings up in me. All I've ever wanted was to feel wanted, and respected, and that's what I received today without even asking. Tonight, I'm going to rock his world and suck the soul out from his body. I stand firmly and turn to meet his gaze. I can smell desire pouring from his every pore and it creates my own desire. This is the night where I show him who's the ruler of these chambers. I unzip my dress and allow it to fall to the floor as I step closer to him. I unclamp my bra and free my breasts from their fabric prison. I stop long enough to step out of my cheeky, lacy panties.I slowly push my body into his and lead him to the couch. He goes to remove his own clothing, but I reach out to stop him. Grasping onto his shirt, I rip it apart and the buttons go flying and land with a soft clatter onto the stone floor beneath us. I unbuck

Leena's POVI hear a slight, feminine knock on the chamber doors. When I open it, a petite maid, looking to be in her forties is just out outside of it. "Hi! Good morning! Err, afternoon I mean. How may I help you?" She gives out a small giggle at my time mishap. "Pardon me, Luna. His Majesty left an itinerary for you while he is away on business and the first item is in twenty minutes in the library."Curious, I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? He did huh? Does this itinerary at least describe what I'll be doing in the library in twenty minutes?" She blushes and looks a little flustered as she scrambles for the paper that's tucked away in her uniform. "Yes, Luna! It says here that you are to meet with Nalia, the seer." Seer? I told him I didn't want to be involved in any of that witchy nonsense. Regular witchery, fine, whatever, but this is completely nuts to think that someone can read your thoughts and make a whole spin of tales from them. I sigh heavily. "Thank you, Ms.?" "Just call me

Leena's POVWhen I finally wake up, I notice two distinct things--the feeling of strong arms wrapped around me tightly and the harsh snoring that belongs to those arms. I turn my head the best that I can to see that his mouth is right up against my ear. I huff and try to wiggle my way out of his grip, but that only makes it tighten. I hear a disruption in the snoring and a faint chuckle in my ear. "And where do we think we're going?" The voice is low and gruff and has a mocking tone to it. His arms loosen enough to allow him the freedom to start roaming my body. "King Damon! I thought you were sleeping. I figured I would get up and go check out the library they had in their sitting room." "Not so fast, mate." He whispers seductively in my hear. I can feel something hardening against my lower back and I knew what this would mean. "Oh, I don't think that is necessary. We're not even back at the palace, there's no way I could through with it. What if someone hears us?" He's laughin

Leena's POVMy vision is gone. No wait. There's something over my eyes preventing me from seeing anything. The stench is overpowering. It doesn't smell anything like the palace. It has this strong damp smell. The kind the permeates your senses and makes your stomach curdle. I go to remove the object covering my eyes and I can't seem to move my arms. I jerk around and realize that my hands are tied behind my back. To test a quick theory, I try to move my legs and they are also tied around the ankles. What the hell is going on? Where am I?I can't remember much, but what I do remember is sort of hazy. I was in the bed, crying, when I felt something hard connect with the back of my head. I remember coming to momentarily while my body was being bound and there were people all around me, but after that it's all a blur. I hear movement in the room with me and my heart starts pounding. A dark figure shifts around a farther side of the room and my blood runs cold. I can hear wheezing fil

Leena's POVThe sun rises, casting its light through the same window at the top of the room. I can finally make out the room that I've been thrown into. It's a dank looking basement with water running down the walls. That explains the awful mildew smell I've been breathing in for several hours now. I try to readjust myself but with my hands and ankles bound, I just flop myself over instead. My face is now in a stagnant puddle. My stomach turns as I move my head to the side to prevent myself from drowning in its nastiness. My muscles are starting to hurt from being tense and bound up and my head is throbbing. At this point, I just want Lancaster to end it all. I'm tired of the long, drawn out torture. I feel Sheera within me whimpering, as if reminding me what would happen to Damon if I were to actually die. Damn it! There's a sudden shuffling noise in the darkest corner of the room. When I move my eyes to look, I see a hunched figure coming towards me. As it gets closer, I reali