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Tension and desire slam into me as I freeze for a moment before grabbing her hips and deepening the kiss. My tongue thrusts into her mouth as my hands roam every dip and curve of her body.

This is reckless. Any of the guards could walk down here and see us. But I can’t find it in me to care. My fingers tease the hem of her dress. She gasps into the kiss as I push her against the wall, lifting her against it.

I slip my hand under her dress, lifting her thigh and making her tremble.

She arches her back, inviting me to keep going.

Her cunt is so damn wet as I run my fingers through her. She moans into my mouth as I thrust two fingers inside. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I finger her roughly. Her legs wrap around me as I press her weight against the wall, trapping her between my body and the rough stone.

“Taren,” she murmurs my name. “Please.”

I know she’s begging for more. She wants me inside her, but it’s not time. “Not yet, little bird.”

She grunts in frustration, eyes flashing with a fiery irritation. “When?” she demands.

I chuckle against her skin. “So eager. Soon.”

She grunts as I finger her harder and faster, the wet sound of my fingers moving in and out mingling with her moans, creating a dirty symphony of pleasure. It’s the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard. Her pleasure heightens, and the evidence is felt in the way her muscles grip me.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan, feeling the tightness around my fingers. Alice is on the edge of the precipice of pleasure. “Be a good girl for me. Come on my fingers.”

Her body responds immediately, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. A primal moan escapes her lips. The sound of her pleasure is an intoxicating and sweet melody that I can’t get enough of.

Her fingers dig into my arms as she cries out. I press my lips to hers to swallow her cries of pleasure.

I keep fingering her through her climax, the feel of her tightening around my fingers enough to drive me wild. What I’d give to have her come on my cock, but as I told her, it’s not time.

As she comes down from her high, her body limp against the wall, I pull my slick fingers from her. I lift them to my mouth and suck them clean. “That’s my good, delicious girl,” I say, my voice rough with desire.

The following silence is laden with tension, a palpable energy that singes the air. “What now, Taren?” Alice asks.

I smirk, running a hand through my disheveled hair. “Now,” I say, “we dance with the shadows and devour the silence, little bird.”

Her brow furrows. “Why’ve you got to be so cryptic all the time?”

I tilt my head. “Would you prefer I be boring?”

She presses her lips together. “No, I just can’t work you out half the time.”

Ignoring her confusion, I reach out to gently touch her cheek. “We need to get you back to your cell,” I say, my voice suddenly serious. “But don’t worry, I’ll figure out a plan.”

Alice’s lip trembles slightly. “I hope you do,” she breathes.

I guide her back to the cell. The iron bars starkly contrast the heat of the moment we shared. As I secure the lock, I resist the urge to look back and meet her hopeful eyes.

There’s no room for sentimentality. Not when there’s a war to wage against a queen. I leave without a backward glance, letting the chilling silence of the cell echo behind me. Now, it’s time. Time to set in motion a plan that’s been brewing in the shadows of my mind for years. The moment has come to stir the waters, to light the fuse. The storm is about to begin.

20

TAREN

Thiago opens the door to his quarters, his eyes narrowing when he sees me standing there.

“What the fuck do you want?” he spits.

I hold my hands up in surrender. “I merely want to talk.”

His eyes narrow further. “Talk about what? I’m not telling Ileana to let you back on. You’re fucking up everything.”

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