Page 52 of Trapping His Darling

This cocky motherfucker here.

I peered up at him, about to flick open my poison ring, but there was a knock at the door, which saved Viktor from my wrath… for the moment.

Viktor went to deal with it.

When the front door opened, moving men entered with all my possessions, while some woman ordered them to place things here and there. I shot my gaze at Viktor.

“My interior designer.”

I rolled my eyes.

But following that flurry of activity came another group of people, carrying a variety of plants and equipment. I had to blink hard and pinch myself to know I was not dreaming. This was the apothecary setup I had always dreamed about. Rare herbs and flowers, exotic roots and resins, minerals and chemicals…

“Is… is that for me?”

“It is,” Viktor responded. “Your bridal gift.”

I leapt from the kitchen chair and fell into his arms… fell from the bulk of the bandages, I mean. It was hard to walk in them.

“I don’t know what to say,” I cooed. “Thank you. This means the world.”

Viktor offered me a rare smile and kissed my head. “Chefs will be coming in this evening to cook us a special meal in celebration of our nuptials.”

“That sounds nice,” I mumbled into his chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply of him. He smelled good.

Viktor suddenly lifted me into his arms. “Nap time. I’ll wake you when dinner is ready.”

“I’m glad I have this nice robe to wear,” I joked. “Hopefully it’s not too fancy.”

“Oh, you won’t be wearing that.” He placed me in the bed and tucked me in.

I frowned. I really didn’t feel like getting dressed up.

“You will be naked for it,” he added.

???

The dingingof a bell woke me.

I sat up, finding the room cast in candlelight. Next to the bed stood a small, silver cart with a glass of champagne and a note.

Remember. I said naked. ~V

I stood and wobbled, still a little groggy from the pain medicine. But my feet didn’t hurt even a bit. Viktor really had the good stuff.

Nude as the day I was born, I meandered out of the bedroom and found my way to the dining room.

Viktor awaited me at the head of the table, his imposing figure silhouetted against the flickering light of countless candles. The table was set for two, an elaborate spread laid out by his personal chefs. The air was rich with the aroma of truffles, seared steak, and freshly baked bread. Normally, such a feast would have made my mouth water, but tonight, it turned my stomach.

We weren’t alone.

Three servants, all male, blended into the background, and looked on as if they couldn’t see me. I slowed to a stop, as shame ran like lava in my veins and burned my skin. This was obviously a power move from Victor, perhaps a response to our game earlier.

I might have to kill him after all,I mused to myself.

But a small bit of thrill tingled my nerve endings, when I realized some of the staff couldn’t control themselves,or their dicks. Though they kept their eyes at a respectful level, their pants were tenting. I smiled at the unexpected non-verbal compliments.

Viktor’s nostrils flared as he looked over, watching my arousal dampen the curls of my sex. He suddenly seemed annoyed that I was not at his side yet, that I was lingering near the three observers.

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