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“Pl-please. You d-don’t understand. He c-came to my shop looking f-for someone, but h-he was at the wr-wrong shop. The m-man he was looking for w-was three doors d-down.”

I paused, my attention brought back to the man in front of me. “He destroyed the wrong shop,” I said, less of a question and more of a statement.

“Y-yes, Your Maj-majesty.”

I looked at him, and I felt my stone-hard face soften. I actually felt pity for the man. My father had made a mistake, ruined this poor man’s livelihood, and didn’t care to right his wrongs.

Thiswas why I chose to stick around and serve the crown as the heir: to help people like this, to fix the problems my father didn’t care about. He didn’t give a shit about the people he ruled over. He never did and never would.

“I’m so sorry.” I meant it. I really did.

His eyes widened; he was caught off guard. “No. D-don’t be. I’m s-sorry to h-have wasted your ti-time.” He started to stand up.

“Sit,” I demanded as gently as I could. His ass hit the chair abruptly. “I am sorry this happened to you,” I said slowly. “I will remedy this. How much do you need?” I was already writing a number down as he spoke.

“N-not much, Your Majesty. Just enough to b-buy some supplies. I c-can make my glass ob-objects and pay back th-the crown. I swe––“

“No need. The crown isn’t paying for it.” He looked confused. “Unfortunately, my father would never approve of loaning money to you, so I will.” I handed him the piece of paper. “Would that be enough?”

He gasped. “Th-this is way t-too much, sir. I could nev-never accept this.”

“You will.” I offered him a small smile. “It’s the least I can do, but you must promise me you will not tellanyonewhere the money came from. Ever.”

He nodded at my warning. “Of course. Th-thank you. I was s-so afraid I would n-not be able to care for my dau-daughters. Thank you s-so much, Your Majesty. Thank y-you.” He stood and bowed repeatedly.

“Please. There’s no need for that.” I stood and stuck my hand out.

At first, he just looked at it, but after a moment, he took it. His handshake was surprisingly strong for how timid and weak he’d seemed.

“Thank you,” he repeated.

“Use it or live off of it. I don’t really care, but know that evil will not always rule Hell. That’s a promise.”

He nodded, as if understanding me, even though I didn’t know what I meant by that.

“You can leave the way you came in,” I said as I gestured toward the door.

Without another word, he left, leaving me to finish my work for the day.

As I worked, I couldn’t help but smile. I’d actually done something meaningful today. So meaningful and fulfilling, I’d not thought about Lillian for at least an hour, though she was invading my mind again.

I thought about her amazing body—even clothed, it made my body itch for hers. The way her hair fell around her face to frame it messily made me want to brush it behind her ears to see her shiver at my touch.

I thought about the goosebumps that would spread across her skin under my fingers, the way she would move her hips, trying to relieve the pressure building in her core, wanting to find her release.

I unzipped my pants to pull out my cock. It was painfully hard. Usually, I could wait until I got home to relieve myself, but there was no way I would last that long. I’d look like I had a steel rod in my pants. It had to be dealt with immediately.

As I wrapped my hand around my cock, I thought back to her body. I’d seen it—plenty of times. I had every curve memorized. I remembered the way the soft skin of her neck felt the morning I backed her up against the wall for eavesdropping. I pictured running my hands down her shoulders, over her breasts, down her abdomen, between her legs.

I pictured her in the basement. The way she’d submitted to my brothers. The way she crawled along the floor, her pussy bare and dripping. I imagined her crawling to me instead, begging for my cock and wrapping her sweet, pink lips around it, preparing it for her tight little ass.

I groaned as I spilled onto my desk, not bothering to move the request I’d been working on. I threw the paper away after I cleaned myself off. I was going to deny it anyway.

I sat back in my chair, having tucked my semi-hard cock away, feeling only slightly better than I had before, but well enough to focus on the rest of the paperwork.

When I finished the last request, I was practically itching to get home. I’d be able to steal a glance at her, maybe even hear her voice, before I shut myself in my room for the night. That would have to be enough for me. For now.

Chapter 36

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