Page 31 of Good As Hell

I follow behind him as he carries Ayaan to our new rooms, with a retinue of courtiers following behind.

“He barely movedwhen I laid him down. Did you want to see him?” He asks like he didn’t just sucker punch me at the wedding he forced me into.

“I kissed him before you took him back.” I keep my response quiet. Keeping my interlaced fingers held tight so I don’t end up attacking him. I scoot back deeper in to the plush cushion of the sofa, craning my head to meet his jade gaze.

“Just a consort, huh? Why’d you even marry me if I’m only going to be given side-chick status?” Inside, I cringe at the last part ending on a hitch. I sound hurt to my own ears and I hate that for me. I need to keep it together.

“Yes, a consort. Honored above all others for the one, who gave me my son and heir. Also, the woman who hid him from me for more than a year.” He looks down so cooly with the light from the room hitting the bright jade of his gaze, making him look entrancing and cruel. I immediately regret sitting. Not that my height is a match for his, but I wouldn’t feel so vulnerable.

“Did you really expect to be rewarded for your deceit?” He scoffs, wheeling away from me before rounding back on me. “I’ve killed for insults less than this. Yet not only do you live, but you have a chance to redeem yourself.”

Now, I do stand. Storming over to him, I shove his massive chest.

“How fucking dare you? Redeem myself?”

His hand whips out, snatching me my the neck. My breath seizes as he traps it in my throat.

“Jameela, don’t forget who the fuck you married.” Slowly he raises his arm, bringing me up to my tiptoes. “Redeem yourself, yes.” A wicked smile licks across his face. “Just as you did so beautifully for me a few weeks ago. You will pleasure me. I’ll breed that pretty little pussy and you will give me more children. Then, if you are a good little consort, I will elevate you.”

Dragging me closer, his lips brush mine. “Don’t think I don’t know how you’ve tried to smuggle notes out to Prosper Shipmoore begging her to be on the standby. You’ve going to cause a lot of death if you keeping trying to leave with my son.” His chiding whisper belies the anger banked in his gaze, shaking his head as he reads the horror in my eyes.

“You gave me my son and for that, I allow you to live. You have to decide if you want the demise of others on your conscious. I promise you, I won’t miss any sleep because of my efforts to keep my family safe.”

Releasing me he allows me to catch my breath before continuing, “Now it’s time for us to retire wife.”

“I know you don’t expect?—”

“I do and you shall,” he snaps, nodding towards our private suite.

My heart trips over itself as I scramble to piece together his accusations. I’ve not talked to Prosper. Whatever notes he’s intercepted, they haven’t been from me. I know I’m being watched like a hawk and one thing I’m not is a dummy. I know I can’t get away with anything so brazen. There is no one in this palace I trust to help me escape.

He follows close behind me until we reach the interior of the bedroom. I remember how I wanted to avoid even looking at it that first day. The last time we came together, it was in mysuite now as I enter his private sanctum. I can’t help but feel intimidated entering his sacred space.

The bed sits high and imposing. His staff has thoughtfully pulled back the damask duvet. Cream and muted gold sheets seem welcoming and cozy. There is a black box on the night stand on what I assume is his side of the bed and a crystal carafe with crystal water glasses on the side which supposedly is mine.

“Come.” Looking up, I watch as he disappears into a darkened corridor. Is this some type of red room bullshit? I wonder traversing the shadowed hallway. I follow him a short distance that opens into a softly lit space.

There is a pool size bath, set in marble.

“The water is continuous to deter the jinn.” He casts a look over his shoulder as he strips before me.

After tossing his wedding attire onto a nearby divan, he turns to me all rippling muscle and swinging dick.

“Turn,” he murmurs.

Silently, heart thudding like the first time with him, I do as he bids. An interminable amount of time passes as he unbuttons the pearl clasps that line the back of the gown. The moment the built in corset eases, I exhale. He makes quick work down the last, stopping just at the rise of my bottom.

Grabbing the material at my shoulders, he tugs the dress down. The silk brushes my nipples making me gasp. With a swoosh, it falls to the floor at my feet.

“Here, hold my shoulder,” he murmurs, helping me to step out of the pile of silk taffeta. Gathering the dress, he tosses it over his clothes like it didn’t cost thousands and many hours to make.

“Turn.” In stockings and nothing else, I face him. His dick is already full and brimming, with come seeping from the tip.

“I-I um.., where’s the restroom?” Frantically, I look around. My eyes snag on the door on the far side of the room.

“There,” he nods in the direction I’m looking. “I’ll await you in the bath.” He turns, as if dismissing me.

Hating that I have to transverse this football field of a bathroom with him watching every step, I feel despondency creep up a little-bit for the way this day I turning out.

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