Page 325 of Evil Hearts

“You will bow, Princess. You are beneath me and even when we marry you will remain beneath me in every meaning of the word. Now bow!” I bellow, rage flooding my veins.

She loses her smile and approaches as if she is about to give me the respect I deserve. Slinging her arm bag and swinging, she punches me in the face, a look of pure rebellion gracing her perfect features. I touch my fingers to my bottom lip and pull them away, a spot of purple dotting them. This fucking bitchsplit my lip. Me. The fucking king. I will have her goddamned head on a pike for this shit.

I raise my hand to strike her back but Urzog steps between us.

“Your Highness, I’m sure she didn’t mean it. This behavior is nothing some punishment can’t fix. I’m sure she’s just exhausted from the portal. Allow me to handle this, please.”

His slimy smile rubs me the wrong way and I find myself wanting to give him whatever punishment he is planning to give her. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s handled a punishment for staff and taken advantage of the situation and I’ve had to pay off at least a dozen pregnant women to convince them he is dead so they won’t raise their children near him.

“Arietta, take the Princess to her room. You know what to do for now,” I say, nodding her dismissal as she ushers the spoiled princess from the room. My resident witch knows that my second preferred method of handling these situations is to lock them in their rooms for the remainder of the day and reinforcing the door and windows with magic. My first favorite way is to rip their heads from their shoulders but since I’m betrothed to her, I can’t do that. That woman will learn to bend under my will or she will find herself in a very difficult situation.

Chapter 3 :Kyliana

Ismash my fistagainst the door for the hundredth time since the witch fucking locked me in here but to no avail. It doesn’t budge even a little, as solid as concrete. My screams are absorbed by the spell trapping me here and fury boils inside me, growing more deadly the longer I remain caged like a wild animal. I’m going to slice his bowls from his body and string him up with them.

I glance around my room and take in the muted shades of green, brown, tan, and grey. The decorations’ elegance and calmness all complement each other and allow me to temporarily forget the image of this place that was burned into my brain when I arrived less than an hour ago. The exterior of this castle looks the furthest thing from a castle and more like six huts the size of a mountain bound together with moss between them. Beautiful and brutal much like the king who rules it, the depths of his purple eyes calling to me in a way I hadn’t expected.

I continue my exploration and my gaze comes to settle on the thick bed made of wood and cotton, the softness something I hadn’t expected. My eyes wander the space and I realize everything in here is either bolted down or attached via earth magic. What the fuck do they think I’m going to do, steal thelamp made of bark and moss? At least in the underworld, our decorations are made of glass with intricate designs. This looks as though some old woman was made the lead decorator and told it has to fit the look of classy forest chic and she nailed it even down to the pitcher of water on the bedside table.

Laying back on the bed, I pull my machete out and twirl it around my fingers, loving the comfort of the leather handle as it caresses my palm. A quiet whirring sound fills the small space and the hairs rise on my neck as the air feels like it’s filling with energy, a telltale sign that someone is using a surveillance spell to see what I’m doing. What do they think I’m going to do in here, fuck myself with the bedpost?

Actually… nope never mind, I shake my head as I take in the extensive moss wrapped tightly around them. My genetics as a demon might make it nearly impossible to get sick but I have standards. Even my machete is cleaner than that since I had a witch spell it to repel bacteria after I killed a siren with it and her blood gooped it up for a week.

A thought comes to me as I lay in the bed, the whirring still present and my lips slide up in a crooked grin that would make most men’s pants fall off. I put my machete next to me and kick off my boots then wiggle out of my tight leather pants and silk g-string. I pick up my machete and run the cool metal of the back side of the blade up my legs, a shiver following in its wake as wetness begins to pool between my legs.

I lean over the side of the bed and dip the handle of my machete into the water pitcher, letting the drips of water land on my thighs and I slide the handle up them. Spreading my legs wide, I slide my right index finger down into my folds and moan at the electricity that runs through my veins with the excitement of knowing the Orc King is watching me. Spreading my lower lips, I slowly push the handle of my machete inside, groaning atthe feel of the cool water on the leather as it hits my sweetest spot and my need to climax takes over.

I circle my clit with one hand while I thrust the machete in and out of myself with the other, coming closer to my arc. With a final thrust, I feel wetness drip out of me and onto the bed as I spasm from the strength of my orgasm. I withdraw the handle of my machete and place it into the water pitcher to soak as the whirring continues in the air and my lips draw up in a wicked smile knowing the king saw every second of me pleasuring myself.

I stand from the bed and redress myself, deciding to end the free show. He’s going to have to earn the next one. I pull my phone from my pocket, thankful my mother made sure it was spelled so that I can use it anywhere. Pulling up my reading app, I pull up the latest dark romance I’m reading about someone being hunted in a cabin by multiple masked men and settle back onto the bed, avoiding the mess I made. If I’m going to be locked in here, I may as well catch up before the next book comes out.

Chapter 4:Xuag

This woman hasno fucking shame. I stare at the bubble floating in front of me containing a live video of Princess Kyliana reading as if she wasn’t just fucking herself with the handle of her machete despite knowing damn well I was watching. I slam my fist on my oak desk and a crack slices up the center of it from the force.

“I...I’m sorry sir. I had no clue she would be so familiar with the spell and knew we’d be watching.”

My useless resident witch, Arietta, shakes like a leaf in the winter.

“You assured me she would not know she was being watched. You were wrong. I do not have a place for weakness in my court. The next time you fail me, you will pay for your transgressions with your life. Get out of my sight and call in Zana on your way out.”

Arietta bows and scurries away shutting the door behind her and I sink into the worn leather chair that used to belong to my father and look over the documents he left behind. Document after document with proof that I have a mole in my courts, spying on my every move and reporting it to Lilith, Jamalin, and Queba, the leaders of the Underworld, Overworld, and Shifters. Plan after plan to seek the only thing I need to be the top ruler again. The Limanortiza Brevitzqua. A trinket that is said to giveits wearer unparalleled power. It’s been lost to the realms for over six thousand years.

My father finally found a lead on it before he died and here it is in plain fucking sight. The key to finding it is the Olanmantra. The great seer known only to a few. Whoever gave my father this lead might as well pushed him into the sinking muds of Hourqs and left him to die. She hasn’t been seen in centuries and if it weren’t for my engagement to the princess, I’d be lost. My betrothal to the savage princess isn’t as random as some people think it is, even my advisor doesn’t know my true motivations, he just believes it’s because she is gorgeous. She is, but she is also a master hunter known for her ability to track down anything or anyone no matter how hidden they are.

We got off to a rough start because of her fucking stubborn attitude. If she’d just bow to me, we could fucking move this shit along. I pull out the remainder of the pile of documents from the desk drawer and spread them out along the desktop, analyzing all the information that’s been shared over the last decade and finding only a handful of common parties involved. My advisor, the chef, the south gardener, and one of my guards are the only ones who have been here while all of this has been shared.

I ache to wrap my fingers around their necks and squeeze every ounce of life from their bodies for their betrayal but that would make me a fool. They are all vital to how my kingdom is run except the gardener and he’s too much of a pansy to have done it. That leaves three possible culprits. I scan over the latest piece of intel that was shared, the treaty I made with the shifters agreeing to split profits for the Crycinare gems since it rests directly on the boundary of our lands. Only two of the suspects know of it since part of the treaty demands secrecy, preventing any other realms or kingdoms from finding out about our new money source.

As early morning light filters in through the window, I realize I’ve been in this room for almost twenty-four hours and my stomach rumbles as if it had a timer. I guess that makes sense since I had lunch delivered here yesterday but not dinner. Feeling accomplished in narrowing down the potential spies, I close the documents up and tuck them back into the desk drawer, locking the magical drawer with the enchanted key Arietta made me. It’s time to make the princess want to bow to me. Strong arming her didn’t work but I’m determined to find what will.

Chapter 5:Kyliana

“Mmm, this isso fucking good,” I moan at the delicious taste of the breakfast that the maids brought in. I tried to follow them out but that bitch of a witch locked my essence in with the spell so everyone else can come and go but I’m stuck like a fucking captive instead of betrothed.

I might as well be considering he has a fucking sex slave fulfilling his needs. Damn maids gossip about everything and anything and I was exposed to far too much of their bullshit while trapped in here. Stupid spell doesn’t block sound and this castle fucking echoes. How am I supposed to seduce a man who can get it at the snap of his fingers? If I fail and my bitch of a mother can’t rule this land, she will kill me herself… or try anyways. I have no intention of going out like that.

A loud scraping pulls me from my thoughts as the door opens revealing the witch who locked me in here and fury engulfs me at the sight of her.

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