Empire Of Lust Rina Kent 소설 & 이야기

STEFAN I sat deep in the leather armchair of my penthouse suite, scotch in hand, shirt half unbuttoned, the city lights bleeding into the room. The air smelled of wealth, lust, and bad decisions. Then the door open and Vicky strolled in Wearing lingerie that barely qualified as clothing. Black lace hugged her curves like sin itself, her heels clicked on the marble floor. “Your penthouse now, huh?” she said, tossing her purse on the bed with a smirk. “Guess I’ve been demoted, no more mansion sex for the side chick. Perks of dating a married man.”

He radiated a dark, completely suffocating power that instantly commanded the attention of every single person in the room. But he wasn't alone. Clinging tightly to his left arm was Victoria Kensington. Hazel’s blood turned entirely to ice. Her fingers went completely numb around the stem of her crystal glass. Victoria was a towering, statuesque telecom heiress. She was a regular fixture in the financial tabloids, born completely into old money and corporate royalty. She was wearing a stunning, skin-tight silver gown that shimmered under the chandeliers. Her sleek blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and a massive, blinding diamond necklace rested against her chest.

“You are beautiful, Fayalite. You should make use of that to seduce those men and earn tons of money. Don’t worry, I already promised you, didn’t I? You won’t be sleeping with any of those men.” That was the condition I asked Julian before finally agreeing on his offer to dance on that same stage where Milan was showing off her body. Showing too much skin in front of men I was not betrothed was already a big mistake for a red fox princess like me to do. I was willing to break that rule but sleeping with men was not something I never wanted to do. Doing that would be a total shame upon my clan and I would no longer have any courage to face Arsen if I were to break that rule. Julian cupped my

“I want that for you. Not just duty, Isabella. Love. Don’t settle for less.” I nod. The memory of Dante’s gaze and the prenup flashes again. My jaw tightens. Love is dangerous. It ruins people. And that's why.... I am here, walking into something different. A cheerful voice interrupts the quiet tension. “You ready, Bella?” Gianna peeks around the doorway, holding my train and grinning. Her energy is bright, a small, grounding force in the room. “You look… wow. Absolutely terrifying in that dress.” I manage a weak smile. “Thanks, Gianna. Just what I needed.”

She finally chuckles. "You've got nerves munchie." she took a gulp of her wine and rake her eyes down my body, trying to hide the anger. "Gary has fucked you real hard that's the reason why huh." I roll my eyes and scoff. "Yeah, atleast I'm not begging for sex like your lame pussy does." I interpolate. I won't let her go so easily without giving her a piece of my mind. She nods. "Nah, you can have your prince in shining armor all to yourself. I don't need him." She sits on a stool beside me and face the hall.

Xisuthra answered with intelligence. Xisuthra was one of the few in the kingdom who did not consider Inal Enlim as the Empress. By rank and seniority, it was supposed to be head concubine Suna Enlim. She had a son barely a month before Inal had hers, and everyone preferred Suna to Inal. The Emperor had been so overwhelmed with emotions on the day that Aranar was born that he told Inal to ask for anything she wanted, and she went ahead to ask for the role of the empress.

He must have regretted not giving in to the idea of patching up the conflict between his family and Laude at the time an insider from the other camp told him that the rising rebel leader was bound to rule the whole of Androva. Before he could ask to whom among the Jungle Greens around should he speak, a lady figure came into the picture on cue. She’s dressed to kill and carrying what obviously looked like a samurai sword. Baltazar knew who she was. “What’s this about? This is trespassing!” he exclaimed. “How do you call devirginizing a minor, “tresspussing”?” the woman readily asked, emotionless. “I did not rape you. You know that. That was consensual.”

Gasps, gapes, swear words—in that order came from them. Since I'd blown up my cover, I could openly search around for Rina. Soon, an evil scowl sat on my face. The gesture, not caused by her dimpled smile nor the way her eyes squinted as a result. I didn't frown because her curls were damn too…nice looking. But I did because she was in the midst of some fucking wretched dudes whose dicks were senseless. Anything with a pussy tickled them. One of them was particularly close to her. I could see the look in his eyes. The lust burning in him. And the fucking bitch that called herself Rina led him on. She let him feel that cheap bracelet around her wrist.

A woman greeted with a smile and Rina immediately turned around with excitement. "Calla!" She squealed and rushed over to her, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh my God, we did it, babe, we finally fûcking did it!" Calla blinked, confused. "Wait, what did you do? Hope it has nothing to do with a certain male whose name starts with A" Rina's face turned sour. "I wish!!!" She said with an eye roll as her face brightened immediately. "You do remember the proposal, right? The cursed, demon-infested, sleep-depriving, soul-sucking proposal from hell that has been slowly killing me for weeks? It finally got approved!"

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.