All Chapters of Plus-Size Queen For The Red Dragon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Octavia's POV The following morning came with the secret of last night still lurking in the air.Delphine had passed the training field three times that I noticed. When our eyes met, she smiled, a small curve of her lips that carried the entire weight of last night. The feel of her skin against mine still hung fresh in my memory. The way my body trembled at her touches. The way the world tilted when she said my name in the dark.Nobody else knew. Only the walls of this building and the spirit of the island. Our secret would stay buried permanently.I turned back to Red Dragon. He was already moving into stance. Before we began the daily routine that was slowly becoming my hobby, a thought struck me when my eyes caught Delphine passing by again.I turned to Red Dragon at once…“My lord… I want a permanent private maid. Someone who answers only to me.”Immediately the field goes quiet. Krul and some other men who were training around there burst into heavy laughter. They heard me.Th

Delphine’s POV Octavia was out cold. I watched her for a long time after the last orgasm ripped through her.Her body was limp, lips parted, and one arm flung across the sheets like she’d been dropped. Sweat still shone on her collarbones. The sheets under us were wrecked. My own thighs ached from how hard I had ridden her face. I had fucked her open with my fingers until she came screaming and blacked out. I smirked, tracing a finger around her cheeks. I tucked a smaller strand of hair back behind her ear, careful not to jostle the mattress.She was fast asleep. I slid off the bed. The floor was cool under my bare feet. I didn’t bother with clothes. Naked, still slick between my legs, I started searching. Drawers first. I moved quietly through the room. There was nothing of the sort that I sought. I checked the closet pockets, shoe boxes, and the false bottom I had already checked once before and found empty. There was nothing of importance. Frustration was kicking in. Lord

Octavia’s POV Delphine was gone. The door had closed behind her with a soft click more than an hour ago. But the bed still held her heat. The sheets still smelled like her skin and the sex we had forced on each other after the fight. My body ached in places; it had nothing to do with bruises or the effect of our fight, but everything to do with how thoroughly she had used me. But none of that mattered now. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. The thoughts would not stop coming. The thoughts of Delphine. Of Red Dragon. Of Viper Cartel and Morpheaus Vine.Should I help her kill Red Dragon? That question sat in my chest like a stone.If I do… if I stood beside Delphine and the Viper Cartel and helped them take down the Red Dragon, what then?What will become of me? What will become of this country? What about the people who live under the Durango Cartel’s shadow? Will I be turning a hero or a monster?Viper were tyrants before. Everyone who was old enough remembered the stori

Octavia’s POV My vision had gone soft at the edges days ago. Three full days. No food. No water. Rain had soaked me through on the second night. The chill wind punctured my lungs until I was shaking endlessly. When day came, the sun baked the wet clothes against my skin until everything felt like sandpaper. The scorching sunlight showed no mercy. Until my vision began to blur.My lips were cracked open and crusted. My tongue sat thick and useless in my mouth. I could kill to get a drop of water on my lips, but the chance never came again. Every breath came out rough. My skin had turned dry and tight across my shoulders and arms; when the wind moved, it felt like paper tearing. My legs had stopped holding me sometime on the second day. The rope and the thick wooden pole did the work now. They kept me upright even when my knees buckled and my head dropped forward. Down to the fourth day, the sun was merciless. It sat high and white and refused to move. No more rainfall, not eve

Octavia placed one hand against the ground. She rose slowly, allowing herself a moment to find her balance. The movement pulled at her bruised hip, and she felt the pain travel down her leg. She waited until it settled enough for her to stand properly.Then she brushed her clothes as if wiping off dirt.Krul watched her, his smile wider than before. He was waiting for the familiar signs of defeat. He wanted to see her embarrassed. He wanted her to lower her eyes, to acknowledge that he had put her in her place.But she gave him none of it. She denied him that satisfaction he craved so much.Octavia looked at him for one more second before turning away. He scoffed, wondering what she was up to, as she walked to the weapons rack.The men behind Krul quieted slightly, their attention following her as she passed the training equipment. The rack stood near the edge of the field, its wooden frame weathered by years of use. Practice swords hung from one side, alongside staffs and other tra