Empire Of Lust Rina Kent Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was when she publicly humiliated me, calling me dull, virtueless, and unworthy of being her consort. There were too many instances to count. I couldn't remember, and frankly, I didn't care to anymore. Instead, I bowed deeply, performing the most formal royal salute. "I lack the virtue required for my position. I formally request to be deposed." My calm resignation only made Bella more furious. "Do you think I don't dare to do it? I've enabled you for far too long, which is why you're acting so brazen! "Guards! Drag the empress consort to the dungeons! Teach him some proper discipline!"

I pushed into her and she moaned, arching her back. “Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.” I gripped her hips harder and moved. Faster. Rougher than usual. Trying to lose myself in it. Trying to forget. But I couldn’t. Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nina. Nina beneath me instead. Nina’s skin flushed. Nina’s voice saying my name. Would she fight me? Would she submit? Would she hate me even more? Or would she want it too? The thought made something dark curl in my chest.

Her hands did not want to steady. “You signed some transfers in your name,” Mara said. Her voice went soft for a second. “Large sums.” Elara’s first thought was that someone used her name. Her second thought was the darker one—someone set her up. Her third was the small sharp one—Adrian. Would he let that happen? Would he? “I worked,” she said. “I worked at a cafe. I saved little by little. I never had those sums.” Mara watched her as if she could read ledger and life both. “We need to know where the funds came from. There are paper trails to offshore accounts. Names connected to the Blackwell network.”

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

Nana was the daughter of a colleague of hers, a senator from the Capitol, in whom, along with her, in the midst of her pleasure-ridden adventures, Juni Khan was 45 years old, honey-colored, long-eyed eyes. Around her, her lover, a businessman and senator of a well-preserved party, had taught her that the two of them, how was pleasure, how could they masturbate each other, and that it had been a while, though less, that we had been having a relationship, it was winter vacation.

There was a ball in the middle of the Delphin company hall, a party of mafia associates, between clans, which was no limit to shame. Himawari Hinoya was a Chinese woman, just over 15 years old, although by the way, she was tall, beautiful, she dyed her hair red, had a sculptural body, she looked like a typical teenage slut, who ran away from home early to venture into the world of sex. Everyone there knew that she had no shame, even though she came from a rich family, she preferred to be supported by a man rather than work in the family company and restaurants between getting involved with the Yakuza, where her father was one of the bosses and leader of a gang.

Should she say she was glad, that she was hurt, it gave her an opportunity to see the side of kenzo no one has seen. He place a plaster on the wrist. And stood up. “Sit, I would get the things you need.” “I would you know what I need.” “You shouldn't look down on me Miss Elina.” “I forgot you had numerous girlfriends.” she had spit out with jealous in the deep of her throat.” “I’ve no girlfriend, but bitches and sex slave.” “Sex slave?” He nods. “You make use of them? Every night, every day?” “If you're that curious, you know the way to my room. You should stop by at night. With just your underthings on.”

I retorted, playing along with her game. Ryle's posture tensed, his claws poised for action, but a subtle shake of my head halted his movements. This was a conversation I wanted to engage in, regardless of the underlying tension. She laughed, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and pain. "My name is Julia. I gave up everything for you, came to live in the slave quarter, and even died for you," she confessed, her eyes revealing a complexity of emotions. "I was the most beautiful woman there, but you never noticed me. I tried to get your attention, sneaked into your room, and got thrown out of the palace. I remained devoted to you, saving my virginty for you. I lost my life because of overhe

This is all too crazy for her. “Can someone please explain what is going on here?” the principal stood up from her seat like had been seating on fire for the past couple of minutes “Madam Principal the situation is self explanatory. I am Chloe the founder of Empire. I originally wanted to live a low key life but that can’t happen because my secret is out. Is there any other thing you would like to know?” Chloe stopped her pacing and looked directly at the middle aged woman and asked “No more questions” of course the principal couldn’t push any forward, except she doesn’t want her job anymore. At this point Chloe could literally end a life. She had been through so much in such little time.

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.