บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 212

The feast was a vision of ethereal decadence. And Elara was naked, save for the living collar.She walked behind Lysander’s throne, a silver pitcher in her hand. Her skin felt flushed and over-sensitive, the marks from his lesson—the faint bruises on her hips, the red lines from the thorny flower—clearly visible. She was an exhibit. A testament to his power and his possession.She filled his goblet, her hand trembling. A few drops of the golden wine splashed onto the floor.A collective gasp went through the courtiers. “Clumsy pet,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “You will be punished for that later.”It was then that she felt a new gaze, colder, sharper. She risked a glance and saw her. The woman was as beautiful as the Summer Fae, but her beauty was harsh. Her hair was as black as a starless night, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes were the color of frozen steel. She was from the Unseelie Court. The Winter Court.Their eyes met. The Winter Fae’s lips curved into a slow,