Kyler didn't say where we were going, but I assumed we would spend some time at his residence. We are all wearing some ridiculous outfits, one I won't even wear as a maid. I don't know who thought of this plan just to hide from commoners. We stopped at a small town outside of Yodora for food, Kyler insisted. "Careful," Kyler says, holding my hands as I gently exited the carriage. Ayn and Betty followed while Kia remained. Kesem came too, but it's just him."You're being extra," I whisper, giggling as he pulls me to his body from a child walking past me. The little boy must have caught a skin disease."Extra? Watch what I'd do once you or my prince gets hurt by an illness. I won't leave any soul alive, and I mean it," "Your prince?" I ask, my voice soft. He stops, turning me gently to face him. Kesem, Betty, and Ayn walk past his command."Whether you like it or not, this child, our baby, has to be the king one day, Isabelle. You married me, and you know I am King, King of the greates

KYLER'S POV"NO!" Isabelle gasped, her palm covering her lips, looking in my direction, "Lakes? We are going to Lakes?" Tears covering her eyes. "This is why I said I don't want to fight with you, I love—" I moved closer to her, "Because I know you'd love it," The door opened and I cleared my throat, tightened my hands and positioned myself royally, not forgetting to fix a smile before I turned over."Oh, Your Majesty," Rina said, and I walked out, shutting the curtains I as stepped out. She smiled and our eyes met once more before she spat, "You must really like that field,"I chortled, "You can tell?" "Obviously, I have worked with you since childhood..." She paused, and dropped a white blanket on a side table. "You know, you can still visit Mr Lolo he can see you everytime you stand out there," she said, I rolled my eyes with a tired sigh."Please, Rina... You think he would want to see me?" I asked, shaking the idea of my head, I snapped my fingers interrupting her next speech,

Holy hell, you're fucking dripping for me, my love, I have been bad, my love, shit, I have been bad for not pleasing you enough, hold on tight to me, baby," he says, panting against my ears. His large hand holds the back of my head, so tender. "Isabelle, love," he calls softly, his warm breath pouring over my skin, and I can feel his cock against my lips, causing my stomach to make a somersault. "Yes, Kyler," I manage out. "Tell me, tell me how bad you want me," his forehead pressing against mine. "Shit, you know that, you know how bad—" My words disappear into moans, and screams as he pushes inside of me deep and fast. He doesn't wait and begin pummeling. "Ah!" "Don't—" thrust, his other hands closes around my neck, forcing me to look at him, "Don't you—" thrust, "Ever—" harder this time, "Try to make—" Thrust, "ME JEALOUS," he growls, my eyes falls back, and I open my mouth. Kyler grips my hair in a fist, "Now, tell me, whose cock is fucking you, whose cock is giving so much dam