All Chapters of IN BED WITH THE DEVIL AS HIS SURROGATE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KATHLEENI made it back to my room and found Sheba already curled up in bed, though she sat up the second I knocked and let myself in.I didn't waste time. I rushed straight past her into the bathroom and turned the shower on, needing the water to wash off more than just the night itself.When I stepped back out, my chest felt lighter — but only partly. Something still sat heavy underneath the relief, and I knew exactly what it was the moment Queen Aurora's face surfaced in my mind again."What took you so long?" Sheba asked, studying my face. I swallowed hard. "Everything went fine. Mostly." I hesitated. "Except the King ended up holding me in bed afterward."Her jaw dropped. "Wait. The King? Cuddling you?" She said it slowly, like the words didn't fit together right in her mouth.I nodded, still just as confused by it as she looked. Even I thought he would still be angry to do so. Not after I had disappointed him and his Queen.I wondered what the Queen would be saying to him now.

KathleenMy gaze snapped back to him, and I pulled my jaw free just enough to glance down at my own gown, genuinely confused by the accusation. It stopped well above my knee, sure, but it wasn't anything scandalous, nothing I hadn't worn a hundred times before all of this.Before I could argue, his fingers found my jaw again, tilting it back up, firmer this time. "Your thighs are showing. Your legs are showing." He leaned in close to my ear, his voice dropping even lower. "I don't like other men seeing that, Kath."Other men. Not ‘ inappropriate.’ Not ‘it's against the rules.’ Other men saw it.His breath skated warm across my ear, and my whole body broke out in goosebumps before I could stop it. A shiver working its way down my spine that had nothing to do with fear.Before I could form a single word in response, he lifted me effortlessly and set me down on the edge of his couch. His hand slid beneath the hem of my gown, fingers trailing slow, deliberate circles against my inner

KING SABASTIN I'd agreed to it. I even signed the paper, and agreed all the same — stay away from her, give my Queen the space to fix what was broken between us, let the slave be exactly what she was supposed to be and nothing more. Then I caught her scent outside my door, and every promise I'd made dissolved before I'd even decided to break it. I knew it was her before she even knocked. I always knew. That scent had become the one thing in this cursed body that still worked exactly the way it should, cutting through every other sense I had left. She stepped inside and I told myself, one more time, that this would be the moment I held the line. That I would be distant. Cold, even, the way a King should be with a surrogate who existed for one purpose and nothing beyond it. I couldn't do it. I never could, not once she was actually standing in front of me. Not when she was the only person in this entire palace who'd seen me at my absolute worst and never once flinched away from

KATHLEENI ran without looking back, my heart slamming against my ribs, my feet moving faster than my thoughts could keep up with. I kept glancing over my shoulder, terrified that a stranger from the garden was following me.I didn’t know if he’d actually been chasing me or if my own fear had invented footsteps behind me, but I wasn’t about to slow down long enough to find out.I collided into something hard.“Holy Goddess.” The words tumbled out of me, and my jaw dropped the second I saw who I’d run into.It was Lord Tarry..His gaze was fixed on me, calm and unreadable, narrowed slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. I dropped my eyes instantly. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, even thou he hasn’t been cold to me ever since I came here.He didn’t look away. If anything, he seemed entirely unbothered by my presence.“I-I’m sorry, Lord Tarry,” I stammered, trying, and failing to steady my voice.Silence stretched between us, long enough that I actually wondered if he’d

KATHLEEN“That’s it,” he murmured. “Don’t fight it. Your body already knows what it wants.”His hand slid down between my legs. Two fingers parted me, found how slick I already was, and pushed inside without hesitation. I clenched around him, a helpless flutter, and still tried to keep my mouth shut. He curled those fingers, stroked, added a third when I only grew wetter. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Humiliating. Perfect. I hated how much I needed it.“Moan for me,” he ordered, voice low and dark. “Say my name while I fuck you with my fingers. I want to hear it.”I turned my face into the pillow. He pulled his hand free, used the slickness to stroke himself once he freed his cock, then pushed inside me in one long, relentless thrust. The stretch forced a gasp out of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He set a hard, deep rhythm that made the bed creak, hips snapping against mine, one hand still working my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in time with every th