All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The cook had brewed tea waiting for me.I collected the tray, steam curling from the pot, and carried it down the stairs toward the living room where Philip would receive his visitors. Two of them, I had learned. They had been in there for half an hour already, and I knew the tea would be welcome.“I bring tea,” I announced from the doorway, keeping my eyes on the tray so it would not spill. “I hope you do not mind.”“Not at all, dearling,” Philip called immediately.I stepped inside carefully and moved to the low table, setting the tray down with care. I lifted the first cup and handed it to Philip.He murmured his thanks with a broad smile, then puckered his lips.I rolled my eyes affectionately and dropped a dutiful kiss firmly on his mouth.Then, pulling back, I reached for the second cup, finally lifting my eyes toward the guest waiting to receive it.I gasped. My hand froze halfway, the cup remaining suspended between us.Because staring back at me was the very last person I had

I would burn in the fires of Tartarus for this. I knew that clearly, yet my need for him…my need to feel Revandrel inside me again, had already overrun guilt and shame and every reasonable thought I possessed."Yes." I pressed my lips against his neck and spoke the words into his skin. "I need you inside too.”I felt the graze of a claw, hearing my undergarment tear.The cool air kissed my exposed skin, and his gentle fingers touched me there.I bit back a cry as he caressed and stroked my womanhood, pleasure uncoiling through me slowly as he explored and probed."I cannot wait any longer." He said against my lips, pressing the lightest of kisses there. Then I felt the broad head of his cock nudge my opening. “Eyes on me, sweetling.”•L0RD REVANDRELBaevera’s closed eyes opened to a heavy, desire-filled slit.I could not help pressing one more kiss to those swollen, reddened lips before I pulled back to hold her gaze. She weighed nothing in my arms. Holding her up felt like holding s

LORD REVANDREL“I cannot believe you! Not for a single second!” Alaric's voice thundered through the carriage.I squeezed my eyes shut, turning my head away from him. Gods, this carriage was far too small for this conversation.“Really?!” he demanded. “That was your plan?! That is why you dragged me all the way here?!”“Could you at least lower your voice?” I groaned, pressing two fingers to my temple. “You are going to split my eardrums for the gods' sake.”“So let me be sure I understand this correctly,” he pointed a finger at me. “You diverted an investment—an extremely important investment, if I might add—to a brother who knows next to nothing about business, all so you would have a reason to enter his home, get close enough to his betrothed, and bed her in his own home. Did I get that right?”“She is not his,” I corrected through gritted teeth. Then a smirk tugged at my lips. “And do not put it that way, you make it sound so crude.”“I assure you, there is no other way to put it.

"Cel'theren refuses to say a word about her identity or whereabouts, and her former employer is equally as tight-lipped. No one knows anything real about her because her appearance was fabricated from the beginning. The markings upon her face, the ever-changing hair and eye colors, the cosmetics, the disguise, everything. Now that she has retired and vanished again, finding her has become nearly impossible.""B-But why would they want to find her?""To make her an offer, of course." He said it as though the answer were obvious, moving to the edge of his desk and leaning against it. "The nobles want private access to her. She may have retired from public work, but surely she could still accept occasional arrangements.” He crossed his hands loosely, grinning. "The truth is, I also want in on it. I told them to keep me informed. I am fully prepared to contribute financially if an arrangement can be made."Cold seeped through me. "But that is not right." I struggled to keep my voice stead

LORD REVANDREL“I already said I was fine. How many times must I repeat it for that male to stop pricking my damned skin?” Alaric complained, glaring at both the healer and the cluster of acupuncture needles protruding from his arm.I rolled my eyes from where I leaned casually against the doorframe.“You look as pale as a ghost freshly risen from the grave,” Jesse scolded, “and your voice is all croaked and hoarse from that endless coughing. Not to mention, your body is so hot it could melt iron. Stop with all the fussing. You sound like an old witch who just botched a possession spell.”Alaric groaned. “It is merely a common cold and a minor fever. It is to be expected after one has spent an entire season taxing one's body, performing all manner of rituals known to our kind.”“Well, it is a good thing the homage season has passed and your grandmother has returned to her own manor,” Jesse said kindly, patting his arm in comfort. Then she turned to the healer. “I hope his whining doe