Page 75 of Petals for Vicious Secrets

As for knowing them, the beings behind the titles of Ruler of the North House and his wife, Lenna had given up many years ago. There had been too many useless attempts at having any sort of connection with them, always followed by a dismissal or a fucking excuse. As if they couldn’t give a damn about spending quality time with their daughter. As if she wasn’t worth it.

None of this was new. But it was still hurtful to realize how the two people meant to love her most didn’t give a fucking shit about her.

Lenna chugged another half glass of myster down, the liquid burning down her throat almost pleasant as she drowned those feelings down her soul, as she had always done.

The lack of her powers was a fucking source of pain, too. One she would have to learn to live with.

She had royally fucked up. Yet she didn’t regret it. She would never regret not bending in front of someone like the Organ Mandor. She would never regret standing up for her beliefs and her truth. And if these were the Cardinals-damned consequences, so be it.

She would rather not be a panom anymore than shut her mouth in front of injustices and ask such a motherfucker for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? For not accepting that she had no voice in such a broken society? For not accepting that some males thought she was inferior because she was born a female?

The Organ Mandor was a fucking idiot if he truly believed that, wanting to obliterate the fact that the five female damned Cardinals had created his nation, and that the damn Cardinal Queen had been precisely that. A queen. Not a king.

Even with her thoughts blurred between the myster and the anger, she had her next steps clear.

Lenna would return to Corentre, to check in with Ciaran after his punishment, to see if Indianna had any other information about Raoul. The brilliant minds of that bunch could surely work out a plan to remove Raoul from the claws of the Organ Mandor. She was looking forward to seeing Sasha as well, to exchange smut books and stupid jokes. And most importantly, she was looking forward to other unfinished business. So she willed her golden ink into the ether, without giving it a second thought.

48

Lenna

The red curtain of her private compartment moved swiftly, a sudden breeze pushing it to the side.

“What type of ride, sweet fire?” Jake was leaning against the arch, pure mischief in his eyes that tightened every single fiber of Lenna’s body.

“One that takes me to where I need to be,” Lenna answered, biting her lip and wondering if she could walk the three steps to him in a straight line without falling down. Her black high heels wouldn’t make it any easier.

Her eyelids were heavy, and yet it was impossible to take her eyes from him. From his now dark gray eyes, from those Cardinals-damned full lips, from his dark hair falling on the top of his handsome face, from his fucking muscled body and those hands that surely could work wonders.

Jake’s eyes glowed with delight, as if he knew exactly what she wanted. What she needed with her whole body.

“There is only one place where I need to be tonight,” Jake said, tilting his head back slightly. He paced towards the table where she was sitting on. Lenna didn’t move an inch as he pushed his waist against her knee and felt his growing hardness. He looked at her golden eyes as if she was myster and he was here to drink her. “And that’s inside you.”

Lenna chuckled, drinking the rest of her glass of myster as her other hand grabbed the vast size of him and stroked him firmly against his black pants. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Jake grabbed her waist and pulled it towards the edge of the table, where he was standing, waiting for the impact. The high slits on both sides of her bronze long dress made it so easy to open her legs, to push her core against his length. He grabbed her fire-colored hair with a fist as their mouths collided.

An explosion of tongues and teeth and lips followed. This man tasted like pure silver and ginger and she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to taste all of him. The empty glass of myster rolled on the floor and her hands broke the buttons of his shirt open, finally able to delight on every single muscle of his arms, his shoulders, his back. While that thick, long shape pressured against the apex of her legs was driving her fucking crazy.

Jake pulled the silk lace from behind her neck, undoing the bow that kept the two parts of her dress meeting in a V shape at her waist, and leaving her exposed.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice grave as he took a step back to admire her. Lenna saw the desire in his eyes and thought she would melt.

Jake put his hands under her knees and pulled her forwards, her hips hanging by the side of the table, and Lenna couldn’t help but recline her back on the circular black stone of the table to avoid falling. He kneeled in front of her, his hands grabbing each side of her exposed ass thanks to her thin laced thong, and he put her knees over his shoulders.

One of his hands left its tight pressure on her cheek and she almost wanted to complain about it, but she felt a flicker of his hand and her minimal underwear was gone. His hand was back in place as his tongue went straight to her core, licking it as only a fucking expert would.

Jake moved his skilled tongue to her clit and started playing with it as two fingers entered her core and started pumping into her at the same time. She moaned, completely lost in pleasure and delight and the haziness of her many drinks.

“I don’t want to fuck you drunk, Brachyan,” Jake said.

“Put those fucking fingers back in there right now,” Lenna said between jagged breaths.

He closed his hand, and her haziness was gone. Before Lenna could tell him off, he went straight into her with his fingers, his tongue playing with the most sensitive part of her and damn the Fifth five times if this wasn’t the best feeling in the whole damned world. She moaned loudly, her back arching against the cold black stone, and he gripped her ass with his spare hand harder.

Lenna’s hands grabbed his black hair as she looked at those dark gray eyes glowing with pleasure, devouring her.

“You taste even better than I thought, Brachyan,” he said, his skilled tongue making her close her eyes with unholy pleasure. “Molten honey. Pure, sweet fire.”

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