Scarred(Never After #2)(29)
But his touch has branded itself on my skin.
And when I turn around, Xander stands in front of me, his beady eyes narrowed, and lips turned down.
CHAPTER 16
Tristan
Disgust and desire mix in my gut and explode outward, a volatile poison flooding through my system.
And that’s what I’m starting to believe my little doe is.
Poison.
Every time I see her, there’s this need to push her until she snaps, breaking apart that painted-on poise she uses to fool the world. And snap, she did.
She thirsts for the crown.
Unfortunately, she won’t find it at my brother’s side. The only thing she’s guaranteed for herself is death. But I can admit that beneath the annoyance and the uncomfortable situations I find myself in while I’m with her, there’s a budding respect. Admiration for the way she’s able to slip into her role so effortlessly—and it’s because of that, I’ll make sure her execution is quick.
She’s a cunning little temptress. Far from the innocent, blushing girl she claims to be.
Gritting my teeth, I storm through the hallway off the cathedral into the main foyer. My fingers slide along the wood banister of the large princess staircase that sits beneath a sparkling crystal chandelier, splitting in two directions that lead to opposite wings of the castle. My boots click on the gleaming cream tile as I make my way up the left side to where my private quarters are. Oversized portraits line the ornate walls, and their eyes burn into me; centuries of royalty judging me through the paint, as if they’re as disgusted as I am from the way I allow this woman to twist me up and avert my focus.
I pass by people in the halls; a guard and a few maids, but they don’t look my way, knowing better than to bother me. Other than Lady Beatreaux, everyone gives me a wide berth. I haven’t decided yet if the reason she doesn’t is that she’s drawn to my power and unable to help herself, or if she’s simply stupid.
Once I reach my chambers, I fling open the door, the echo of the slam reverberating in my ears as it closes behind me. I make my way to the table beneath the large bay window and grab the glass container placed in the center. Sitting down, I open the jar and take out the rice papers and a few buds of hash, knots tangling in my stomach and my cock straining; begging for relief that I won’t allow.
I will not make things worse than they already are by coming to thoughts of her.
My fingers tighten around the paper’s edges as I pour my focus into the task, hoping that if I do, the leftover feelings surging through my body will fade.
I bring the joint to my lips and grab a match, striking it against the box until I hear the sizzle of fire. The first inhale swirls down my throat and into my lungs, the tension in my stomach easing.
The heat warms my fingertips as it chars the small wood stick, and an image of my little doe spread out on the table, submissive and pliant, while the flame licks against her skin flashes through my mind. I groan as my balls tense, my length growing rigid.
My hand glides into my lap, fingers wrapping around my shaft through the fabric, but instead of readjusting, I stroke to the thought of her pretty pink lips and how stunning they would look stretched around my cock while I cut off her air by sliding it down her throat.
My teeth bite into the end of my joint to keep it trapped between my lips and I widen my legs, slinking down in my chair as I unbutton my trousers, my abs tensing as I imagine fucking the insolence out of her; of showing her what domination feels like as it splits her from the inside out.
Her ass would be red and tender from me forcing the apologies out of her little lying mouth by pummeling her with my palm.
Lust clouds my reason as smoke curls around my face, and suddenly, gripping it through the fabric isn’t enough. I need more. Need to feel the rough friction of my calloused palm as I close my eyes and pretend it’s her tight cunt, sucking me in and pumping me until I explode.
Pleasure tiptoes from the top of my thighs and into my abdomen as I run my hand up the shaft, squeezing the tip until a bead of cum drips out. My balls tighten when I think of her tongue running along the underside of my length, tracing the throbbing vein, and the tension coils even tighter when I picture my dick stuffing her so full she can’t even breathe as she swallows every drop I give her.
The joint falls from my mouth, the end singeing the skin of my stomach, but I let it stay, throwing my head back and groaning through the pain.
And then, right before I’m about to explode, I remember that she’s marrying my brother. That he gets to experience every curve of her body and every lick of her tongue.
My hands jolt back like someone has electrocuted them, and I stare down at my lap, my erection angry and throbbing as it begs for relief.
I won’t allow a female to interfere with my plans. Especially not one who doesn’t belong to me.
She wants power?
She’ll have to kill me to take it.
“You look spooked, sire.” Xander’s voice trickles through the door, and I press myself farther into the hallway wall, not wanting them to know I’m here.
It’s a rare moment. There are no guards around, and I shouldn’t be here. But I couldn’t sleep, and while I was preparing to slip through the tunnels and go roam the forest, I saw Xander slinking through the darkened halls and followed him instead.