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What a good girl.

Without saying a word, I undress, removing each item ofclothing methodically, folding it, and placing it on my dresser. I put on my skull mask, letting her know that the scene is in session. The sexual tension in the room is almost as thick as my hardening cock. I might only spend one night with each female, but that doesn’t mean I only fuck them once. I’ve already spent this afternoon getting my fill of the pretty little blonde, and by the time the sun rises, she will be thoroughly fucked and out of my system. What I don’t do is let them sleep over. When we’re done fucking, they leave. I can’t sleep around anyone I don’t trust, and I will never let my guard down in that way.

She doesn’t speak until spoken to. She has a safe word and knows that using it will stop any games between us. I kneel on the bed, moving to straddle her. She licks her lips as she takes in my naked body, her eyes pausing on the piercing that goes below the head of my cock.

She opens her mouth but then closes it, licking her lips.

“You may speak, pet.”

She swallows hard, her eyes still on my body. “Pl-please fuck me, Master,” she begs.

Sitting back, I trail my fingers down her breasts, pinching her nipples before lifting my hands to untie her. She rubs her wrists, then looks up at me, waiting for my next command.

“On your knees,” I command, giving her enough space to roll over. “Ass in the air, pet. You know how I like it.”

She lifts her round ass in the air, thighs apart so I can see both holes. I tap her smooth pussy, finding her already wet and ready for me. As tempting as she looks, I won’t put my mouth on her. Not on her lips or her cunt. I never do. I had to save something for my fated mate besides the words ‘I love you,’ and her pussy will be the only one that has me worshiping her in that way. I’ve asked myself over the years what I would do if my mate didn’t like being dominated and controlled in the bedroom. Being this way, it’s a part of me now, but it hasn’t always been.

Only since I unwillingly lost control did I have the consuming need to take it back.

What I really fucking got off on in the bedroom, though, is pleasing my woman. I love making them come over and over a-fucking-gain until they can barely walk out of here.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I tease her until she’s panting and begging for more. “Please, Master, I need more!”

“You’ll get what you’re given,” I grumble, spanking her ass so hard she falls forward onto the mattress. She gets even wetter, her juices dripping down my fingers.

And then I grab my whip off the wall and give her what she really wants.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Pandora

Allyria is nothing like Aravelle, and not just because it usually snows here. The black brick castle is beautiful yet cold, and I don’t mean in temperature. There’s no laughter or loving family to welcome me whenever I return. Still, I admire the snow-covered cherry blossom trees surrounding the castle walls and the streak of sunlight that shines between the fluffy gray clouds. There is still beauty here, and more than that, I make sure all my people are well taken care of. No one goes hungry here or is without a safe place to call home. The castle is not gated—it’s very open, sitting on acres and acres of thick, lush forest.

My younger sister, Ebony, lives in the east wing—we can’t stand each other. It’s always been that way. She’s so much like our mother, whereas I take after my father, who was killed when I was about eighteen. Ebony is manipulative, calculated, and cruel. She would end my life if she had the chance and was more powerful than me, and we both know it. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try to hurt me when she can, most recently catching me off guard and trying to strangle me. I had to play it off to Astrid and Soren that the bruises happened while enjoying myself in the bedroom, but unfortunately, that is far from the truth. She knows I can’t kill her because of the parting spell my mother put on me, and she takes full advantage of that. The scar across my lip came from her trying to stab me with a knife.

While the spell stops me from killing her, it’s a one-way curse.

She could kill me if she wanted.

And boy, does she want to.

But I was blessed with the magic and power, and all she’s been left with is bitterness and a heart as black as her name.

My magic alone could protect the entire kingdom if need be. And considering our numbers are much smaller than other kingdoms, that’s an incredibly important fact. I don’t even have many guards around the castle because the only person I need protection from lives here.

“You’re back.” Ebony smirks as she steps into the library. I’m sitting in my favorite leather chair, watching the snow fall through the large oval-shaped window. I can see my favorite fountain from here, the normally flowing water has now turned to ice. I thought I’d enjoy some peace before socializing tonight, but it looks like that won’t happen.

Ebony is wearing a long, red velvet dress and a black choker around her neck. She has the same violet eyes as me, but her hair is red instead of black. We don’t look too similar in our facial features, and she’s a lot taller than me. While I’m short, petite even, I’m still curvy in the right places. Ebony is more built like a model. “Kainan was looking for you.”

Kainan is my cousin, a strong warlock, and my councilman. He makes sure the kingdom is running smoothly whenever I’m not here and tries to keep my sister in line. Trust me when I say that’s a full-time job.

“I’ll see him tonight at the charity dinner,” I reply, lifting my glass of wine to my lips and taking a sip, my eyes never leaving her. My mind is still on Soren, and the evening we were forced to spend together. I’m hanging onto those little glimpses of himself he gives me when he forgets to keep up his guard—the way he brought me food without thinking and made sure I ate something and how his skin felt against mine during those short touches.

I bet he’s with another female right now.

Fuck.

I guess I can’t talk, considering I had that one night with August, but I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to get out ofmy head and simply enjoy something for once. I gave August my virginity. I didn’t even tell him I was a virgin, and he was a little horrified when he saw the blood. Looking back, I should have warned him. I didn’t want him to stop, and he made it good for me. At least I got to experience that type of intimacy, even if it was just for one night. I crave even the simplest of touches sometimes, not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

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