Page 44 of Brutal Dragon King

Did my sinful thoughts just summon Althea?

Meeting her eyes, I marvel at the warm depths of gold that entice me into another bout of arousal that slithers through me. Slowly raking my gaze down to her chest, I’m shocked when I notice the sheer black robe with only black lace cupping her breasts.

Shock and a wave of possessiveness wash over me when I snap my head on either side of the hallway, nostrils flaring with anger.

She could have been seen prancing around in the revealing robe that exposes her lace set underneath. I grab her abruptly, firmly, and tug her into the library before shutting the door with a loud, purposeful thud. I lock it behind me, releasing her from my grip. When I turn to face her, she’s still stumbling forward, trying to regain her footing. I catch a glimpse of her rear, not helping her so I can drink in the sight of her gorgeous curves in nothing but the most minimal set and stockings.

My anger is ripe when I realize she could have been seen in the palace, walking around looking like that. No one has the right to look at those luscious curves when it belongs to me. She’s mine. Her body is mine. I will not allow anyone to look at her the way I hungrily stare at her now as she straightens up with a deep breath and turns to face me.

Her body is meant for my pleasure alone, and though I’m vexed that she’d walk all this way looking like this, I see a mischievous glint in her eyes when she finally regains her balance and gazes up at me with seductive intent.

Something about the way she looks up through the veil of her long, thick lashes has me intrigued enough to control my urge to grab her and crush my lips to hers. Instead, I wait, folding my arms across my chest when she clears her throat as if she has something important to say.

Perhaps she’s come to chastise me for what happened this morning. Knowing her the way I do, I wouldn’t be surprised if she rehearsed her bitter words of contempt before coming here.

But then again, she’s wearing something painfully revealing, waltzing into the library looking like a scrumptious vixen ready for the taking.

She’s up to something, and my curiosity is piqued. But when Althea hesitates, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, I decide to take the reigns as I always do and take a deliberate step forward. Innocently, she puts her arms behind her back, blinking salaciously at me.

“What are you doing here dressed like that?” I ask in a coarse tone, my eyes narrowing while something else expands in the confines of my slack pants.

“Nothing, Your Majesty…” she drawls seductively, striking me when it’s the first time she’s called me by that respectful title. When she bows her head for the first time, too, I’m shocked, a frown gripping my brows.

“... I guess I just decided to finally give in,” she continues, lifting her face to meet my eyes with her seductive gaze.

She has no idea how much control I’m exercising right now, maintaining the distance between us when I want nothing more than to grab her and take her body as mine and bury my cock in those tight walls that milked me the last time we shared passion in the crystal site.

“You’re giving in?” I ask, her sudden accordance as thrilling as her resistance was. My brow lifts when she takes a careful, measured step forward, her eyes not leaving mine as the only sound is her heels clinking on the tiles.

“Yes…” she whispers as she closes the distance between us and places a palm on my chest.

The sudden physical contact is startling, but I control my breathing while my mind and body scream to unleash my wrathon this woman. Gulping discreetly, I notice her eyes flit to my lips, and the way her breath catches in her throat before she continues to speak, her voice strained as if this is as hard for her as it is for me.

“... I mean… I must have been doing a terrible job of being your slave if you were planning on passing me on to your brothers…”

My appreciative stare turns into a menacing glare when she remarks. How dare she believe that I would ever let anyone else touch her body? It’s mine. I own her perfect curves. I’m about to prove it by grabbing her and conquering her lips when she pulls back, an innocently sweet giggle falling from her lush lips.

Frowning my confusion, my curiosity reaches extraordinary heights when she backs away, curling a finger to beckon me toward her. My feet move of their own accord as I approach her, following the human until she’s behind the chair at the desk.

“I want to make it up to you, Your Majesty,” she purrs, patting the top of the chair. “Please, take a seat,” she says as she pulls the chair out and beckons me closer by doing the cutest courtesy I’ve ever seen.

Drawn forward, I can’t help but wonder why she’s suddenly changed her mind, becoming perfectly obedient and pliant and willing to please me as I take a seat. Did she miss having my hands all over as much as I missed having her body within them?

I gulp hard as she strolls around the chair, coming before me to lean in and press a chaste, promising kiss on my lips. My inner dragon awakens immediately, wanting to greedily devour her, but I hold back my urges by gripping the armrests of thechair so tightly that my knuckles pale when blood rushes out. It’s excruciating to my primal need when she reaches out and strokes my cheek with a single, curled finger. Her touch ignites my soul, sending blood rushing to pool between my thighs with a raging hard-on.

The only reason I keep my hands to myself is because I’m interested in this game she’s playing, intrigued by the keen interest in her twinkling eyes. She straightens up, teasing me with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth seductively. Her enticing little murmur cuts through the pin-drop silence, igniting my flesh with goosebumps that spread across my arms and prickle the hairs beneath the sleeves of my shirt.

The ruthlessly suggestive glint of hunger in her eyes betrays her girlish giggle as she begins untying the knot on the flimsy string that keeps her robe together. With slow, calculated movements, she pulls it out from behind her, letting the robe part in the middle as she holds the strings up.

When her lips curl into a coy smirk, it’s like I can already sense where her thoughts are headed, where this game is going, even before she breathes a word. When she speaks in her low, seductive voice, it’s like honey filling the pots of my eardrums.

“May I tie your wrists, Your Majesty?” she asks so sweetly that I have no choice but to concede with a gentle nod.

There’s a certain thrill to watching her rip the thin string into two equal pieces before stepping forward to bind my wrists to the armrests of the chair. She’s so meticulous as she ties perfect knots to keep my wrists bound, and when she steps back, she wears the most mischievous smirk as her eyes twinkle with satisfaction.

“What are you doing, Althea?” I ask slowly.

As if in response to my question, Althea licks her lips alluringly, then slowly peels the robe from her shoulders while seductively batting her eyelids. She lets the thin thing pool at her feet, then kicks it away with a heeled foot before leaning over with an arched back. With one hand on her ankle, she runs it up the inside of her thigh, then gently skims her lace panties with a soft palm.

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