Page 21 of A Kiss of Deception

"Ride me," I command, my voice husky with need.

Meetha doesn't hesitate. She positions herself above me, her hand guiding me to her entrance. She's slick with desire, her body ready for me. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sinks down onto my cock, her walls stretching to accommodate my girth.

A moan escapes her lips, the sound music to my ears. She begins to move, her hips rocking back and forth, each motion driving me deeper inside her. I grip her hips, helping her set a rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the throes of passion. Our breathing syncs, our hearts pounding in unison. I can feel the tension building within her, her muscles tightening around me.

"Milkor," she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, our bodies pressed flush against each other. I capture her cries with my mouth, swallowing her moans as she shatters around me, her orgasm triggering my own.

As we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies still humming from our shared pleasure, the weight of our impending task settled over us. Meetha props herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes gleaming with determination.

"Milkor," she begins, her voice firm, "we need to talk about how we're going to kill that bastard."

I can't help but smirk at her fire. "Eager for patricide, are we?"

"After what he did?" Meetha's hand unconsciously touches her cheek where Jarvil had slapped her. "I'd kill him with my bare hands if I could."

I run a hand through her silky hair, considering our options. "Tell me about your father's habits. When is he most vulnerable?"

Meetha snorts, contempt clear in her voice. "Jarvil? Vulnerable all the damn time. He's a fool who thinks he's clever. Spends most of his time drinking away his stolen coin or bragging about his latest 'score' to anyone who'll listen."

"And the ring?" I press. "Where does he keep it?"

She bit her lip, brow furrowing in concentration. "In a locked chest in his room. He thinks it's some fancy trinket he can sell for a good price. Idiot has no idea what he's got."

I sit up, pulling her with me. "Does he have any sort of protection on the chest? Wards, traps?"

Meetha laughs, the sound bitter and mocking. "Jarvil? Use magic? He can barely tie his own boots. No, he just uses a big, clunky lock. Thinks that's enough to keep his 'treasures' safe."

"Well, that certainly simplifies things," I muse, a grin spreading across my face. "Any guards we need to worry about?"

"Just a couple of drunken fools he calls friends," Meetha scoffs. "They're more likely to pass out than put up a fight."

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. "You're sure about this, Meetha? Once we start, there's no turning back."

Her eyes harden, resolve etched in every line of her face. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. That man doesn't deserve to breathe another day."

"Good," I purr, pulling her close. "Because I have plans for us, my fiery one. Plans that require that ring."

Curiosity flickers in her eyes. "What kind of plans? What can this ring do?"

I pause, weighing how much to reveal. "The Ring of the Deceiver is no ordinary trinket. It has the power to bend minds, to shape reality itself. With it, we could rule Protheka."

"Rule?" Meetha gasps, her eyes widening. "I... I never thought..."

"Think about it," I urge, my voice low and persuasive. "No more cowering in fear of men like your father. You could be a queen, Meetha. We could reshape this world as we see fit."

I can see the idea taking root in her mind, the possibilities unfurling before her. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.

"A queen," she repeats, tasting the word. "I like the sound of that."

"Then let's make it happen," I say, matching her grin. "When do we strike?"

Meetha's eyes glint with malicious glee. "Tomorrow night. Jarvil always drinks himself into a stupor on Thirdsday. It'll be almost too easy."

"Perfect," I growl, already anticipating our victory. "We'll need to gather a few supplies. Anything that might be useful in subduing those guards of his, just in case."

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