All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I gasped, eyes flying wide. “Because everyone will know what we are doing!”He tsked. “That did not stop me last time. Try again, sweetling.”“Uhm…” My thoughts scrambled while he placed tiny kisses along my jaw that lit a slow fire under my skin. Why was I trying so hard to think? What was the question again?“Try again, my lady,” he repeated, rolling his hips against me.Right. “B-because your friend Lady Fiercevault, or Helory, might walk in at any moment. You know how those two can be.”A pause. Then he exhaled a long breath and eased back slightly, that wicked smirk returning. “Lady Cinx might just cut off my scoundrel.”“Your what?”“Never mind.” He brushed another kiss across my lips. “Not to mention, Alaric would probably drown me if I did it in his home while he was so unwell and actively courting death.” He pulled back further. “Fine, I will see you soon.”“Okay.” How soon? His eyes stayed on my lips. “Very soon, Baevera,” he raise a hand, wiping my wet lips with a finger.

We moaned together. The fullness, the rightness of it…Lights above.He dropped over me, angling his head to capture my straining nipple through the thin fabric, sucking hungrily. I felt every tug where we were joined as he began to move.“Stop biting off your sounds,” he murmured against my skin. “Your chamber is fortified. He will not hear.”It was true, and still I tried.Perhaps because it really was wrong. Philip was just a door away, and I remained his betrothed in name if not in heart. Though I had every intention of ending it, I have not yet. And yet, here I was, spreading my legs sinfully for another male.Revandrel let go of my nipple and rose to kiss my parted lips. “You are not his. I hope you know that.”I opened my eyes to meet his, struggling to gather enough thought to process the words even as my stomach flustered at them.“You do not belong to Sunsprings, Baevera.” He kept moving inside me, steady and deep. "If he ever touches you this way, I will kill him."I shivere

LADY BAEVERA“You were right. Abbey is truly magnificent,” I said with a smile as I climbed down from the stallion.Philip beamed, pride lighting his face. “I told you so. Worth every coin.” He dismounted with an easy leap.The atmosphere was crisp and pleasant today, especially out along this secluded stretch of lakeshore. Tall grasses moved gently in the breeze with clusters of wildflowers dancing under the morning sun. Near the water's edge stood a great willow tree, its branches trailing above the lake.It was one of our favorite places, quiet and removed from the world.“The water is so peaceful today.” Philip moved toward the shoreline, spreading his arms and lifting his face to the breeze.I followed more slowly, coming to stand beside him. “It is.”“Do you remember when we came here after the Moonlight Festival and that mare threw you straight into the lake?”A smile touched my lips. “How could I forget? That damned horse.”Philip chuckled. “You insisted we trade mounts.”“Min

LADY BAEVERARevandrel took me on a tour of the villa.There were so many rooms that I quickly lost count of them. Entire wings branched away into corridors lined with paintings, sculptures, and tall windows that overlooked gardens.We did not visit every room, not even close, but the ones he chose to show me were breathtaking. Each space was thoughtfully designed, spacious without being empty, elegant without feeling ostentatious. Sunlight poured through high windows, fresh air came in from open balconies, and everywhere I looked, there was evidence of attention and taste.I enjoyed every moment of the tour and every word that came out of his mouth as he guided me. I listened attentively as he spoke, smiling more often than not.Somewhere along the way, I realized how comfortable I had become. Not just within the villa itself, but also with him.And not just me, Revandrel seemed different too. More at ease. There were none of that rigid formality he often carried, his smiles small as

We had dinner. Several dishes served in variety, each smelling as good as it tasted.We ate in comfortable silence. My heart stayed lifted the entire time with a particular kind of anticipation I was doing my best to manage discreetly.I was looking forward to being in his bed.It would be our first time in his own chamber rather than mine or some dark woods, or some hidden corner. Here, we had nowhere else to be, no schedules to rush to, no interruptions impending, and no Philip between us.I was nervous, but even the nerves could not touch my desire. It’d grown so much I resorted to mentally calculating my venture's most recent market losses as a countermeasure. Nothing dampened arousal quite as efficiently as the thought of lost coin, and it was remarkably effective for most of the evening.But, as dinner come to an end and servants began clearing away the dishes, even that could not keep me from being acutely, helplessly aware of my own body…and of his. My palms were beginning to