Page 37 of Legacy of Succession

CHAPTER TWENTY

NICHOLAS

“Elizabeth, leave,” I order the smug woman out of my sight. Two weeks, two fucking weeks, I haven’t seen Victoria. I thought that she might’ve grown a brain during that time, but it appears not.

“My apologies, My Lord, for you having to witness that appalling attack on your character.” The jet-haired woman, who pleasured me the night of my drunken rampage, sways her hips seductively as she leaves the room where the girls were eating their breakfast. She runs a hand across my chest. I don’t move. I allow the show of dominance from her because I see the look of jealousy that flits over Victoria’s face. She quickly suppressed it, but I saw it. Too late — I have her. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room. Try not to get beaten again, Victoria, I’d hate to delay the trials any further. I want to get on with my life and obtain my rightful position.” Elizabeth sashays off down the corridor.

“Trailer trash bitch.” Victoria coughs under her breath. I can’t help the smirk that touches my lips because she’s right. Elizabeth Sandford is a slut. She would make a terrible wife — she would fuck my entire retinue. I could never be sure that any children we had were mine. It isn’t her fault, though. With a Bishop for a father, she was sexually repressed for years and has finally discovered her calling.

“Come here,” I order Victoria — now that we’re alone.

“Hell no.” She takes a step farther away.

“Come here,” I order again. This time with a little bit more force.

“Are you trying it on with all of us? I bet I was a big disappointment, seeing that you had to give to me rather than receive.”

My lip lifts into a smirk again.

“You really are a freak. My god, you’re actually enjoying this.” She steps forward, this time, at a rapid pace and makes to go around me. I stand fully in the doorway, filling it with my muscular frame.

“You aren’t going anywhere.”

“I’m getting the hell away from you, and when I get out of here, I’m getting tested for STDs. You’re probably a walking infection. Now, let me pass.”

“You’d rather die than have me touch you again?”

“Yes.” She makes a charge for me to try and get me to move out of the way. As she bounces off my taut body, I can see that she hurts herself more than she hurts me. “Get out of my fucking way.”

“I didn’t call her name, when I came.”

She throws her hands up in the air.

“I don’t want to hear this. Who you stick your dick into isn’t my concern. As long as you keep that thing away from me, I’m happy.”

“I mouthed yours because I was drunk — completely pissed off that you still weren't listening to me, and what I want you to do so that we can get through this together.”

“Great, you were pissed at me, so you stuck your dick down another woman’s throat. That really makes you a good candidate to be a husband. You say that you want to marry me, but what happens the first time we have an argument? You find the nearest willing hole and stick yourself in it.” She tries again to get past me. “Will you get out of my fucking way?” She balls her fist and punches me in the jaw. It hurts — it actually causes me pain. Damn, she’s strong for such a little thing.

“Argh,” she cries. “God damn it.” She grips her shoulder where, I know, the deepest of her wounds is. It must still be healing and was jolted when she hit me. “Please, just move.”

“You know, for hitting me, I’m within my rights to put you back in the bridle.”

Her eyes fill with worry, but her cheeks turn pink with fury.

“You have no rights over me. I’m a woman with my own thoughts and mind.”

“You’re my property — your father gave you to me,” I snarl back.

“I’m a human being. I’m no one’s property.”

“Wrong. Until this is over, you’re mine.”

“Jerk.” She tries one final time to get past me. I move out of the way at the last minute, and she goes flying by. I grab her arm and start to drag her down the hallway.

“Get off me.”

“No.”

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