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“My little princess is so needy,” Azura purrs. “Look at you. So wet for me.”

I roll my hips, my eyes watering from the need.

“Azura, I…” I moan loudly when I feel her tongue roll over my clit. Her hands grip my thighs, holding me open. I reach down and grab her hair, holding her mouth against me. Nothing has ever felt this good before, not even my fingers. Azura’s tongue is wicked, and she knows how to work it. She laps at my folds and teases the sensitive skin around my opening. I cry out and arch my back as she stiffens her tongue and thrusts it inside me. Pressure builds deep in my core, and I squirm in her grasp, seeking release.

“You will come when I say,” Azura growls against my clit. “Not before. Not after. Understood?”

I nod, rolling my hips. “Yes, my queen.”

Azura pulls back to smirk up at me. “Good princess.”

She lowers her face and carefully grazes her teeth over my clit before sucking it into her mouth. I pull at the sheets, tossing my head back and forth. My legs shake, and the world spins as I struggle to hold back my release.

“Come,” Azura growls.

I sit up in my bed, sweat coating my body. The ache between my thighs is unbearable. I lay back down, panting as I place my fingers on my clit and rub quickly. An explosion of ecstasy rips through my body, and I arch my back, my legs shaking. I rest my hand on my stomach, gasping for air as my body settles.

What am I going to do?

Chapter Nineteen

Azura

I have fallen into a morning ritual in my days in the palace. I arrive first at the tearoom, conjure a steaming cup of coffee, and stand by the window. The hair on the back of my neck raises as I gaze at the trees. If I focus enough, I can hear the roots moving, tearing through the earth as they approach the castle. The forest is surrounding me, surroundingSnow,as if preparing for an invasion.

The woods call to me, and I know it’s nothing good. Only evil calls to me, and it sets me on edge. Considering what I grew up with, nothing should make me this anxious. My nerves should be made of steel by now. Yet when I look out at those trees, I can feel eyes looking back at me. So many little eyes. Evil little eyes.

“Ladies!” Snow calls out, running over to me as she does every morning. Her cheeks are warm with her exuberance, and her eyes are sparkling. I do not want to admit that I wake up early every morning to get the best view when she comes running in. I can’t help the way my eyes lock on her bouncing breasts as she runs. They press against her corset, barely contained and desperate to escape.

I smile softly at her. “Yes?”

Belle closes her book. When did she arrive? Snow’s smile is bright. “I have something for the three of us to do today!”

One of the princesses stares at Snow and whispers something to the woman next to her. They laugh, the sound mean and nasty. Snow’s shoulders slump, and some of her joy dims. My gaze snaps to the princess, such menace exuding from me that she shrinks in her seat. I look back at Snow. “You were saying?”

She glances up at me, wringing her hands together. “I...um...in the woods...I set something up, but it’s silly.”

“Nothing is silly. Tell us,” Belle huffs.

Snow gulps. “Can I… Can I show you?”

I raise a brow and straighten, satisfied with the way the other women instinctively shift away from me in fear. Fear is the biggest compliment.

“Of course,” I answer smoothly, my voice slicing through the room. I see one of the more timid ladies tremble at the sound, and I have to stop the smirk from forming on my face.

That is right, tremble before me. Know that I am the monster you should fear.

Snow holds her hands out to both of us, and Belle takes one. Belle whispers, “Are you all right? The other day you seemed—”

Snow smiles softly at Belle and says, “That was nothing. I am feeling much better today.”

Snow drops her hand when I don’t take it. She frowns slightly but leads us out into the woods where she’s set up three easels. The feeling of being watched increases, especially within the trees. I wrap my arms around my stomach and glance around, expecting someone to jump out and accuse me of forgetting everything I’d planned. I am here to seduce the king. Instead, I have allowed myself to be distracted by a dark-skinned girl with icy eyes.

“I, um… I thought we could just paint and laugh and not care about anything,” Snow says, twisting her fingers tightly. Her bright smile had faded, losing more and more of her inner light as we made our way outside. Again, I instinctively reach out to read her mind, only to press a hand to her icy shield. When I withdraw from her head, I have to stop myself from physically shivering from the psychic chill.

Belle tilts her head to the side, sending a wave of her red rose scent into the air. “I’ve never painted before.”

Belle’s scent does nothing but remind me I should kill her, especially when I constantly have to fix the mental wall of memories in her mind. Last night she’d almost torn them down.

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