Page 90 of Waves
Another time, I'd appeared in her bedchamber as the full moon brightened the sea all around us as we stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. Behind us, in the shadows, I was certainKeelan or Felipe had lurked, but I liked to pretend they didn't exist whenever possible.
That night she'd asked a better question. "Who have you killed since you've been down here?"
Taft hadn't surprised her. Valdez had, though. She'd inhaled, those doe-eyes of hers widening, a strange feeling like a startled bird taking flight rolling through my limbs.
"He didn't betray me then," she murmured.
"He was about to. And I killed him for it."
Her shocked stillness made me grin and lean closer. "I'm a vicious bastard. But I'm your vicious bastard. And I know a secret.” I’d reached out and tucked a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear. “You like it."
Her heartbeat had kicked up faster, undermining the shake of her head, and so I hadn't minded when she'd wished for me to disappear a second later.
I hadn't even minded when I'd been escorted to the dungeons by guards and put into the cell I spent each night in. Hadn't minded at all, because less than twenty minutes after I left that night, my pulse was racing, and beads of sweat were forming on my brow. Hadn't minded because my dick was swollen and twice as sensitive as usual—perhaps because two hearts pumped blood through my system.
Or perhaps because I knew that naughty queen up in the castle was panting, thighs spread, her tiny hand flickering over her clit as one of those buffoons tried to please her...and she imagined me instead.
I grinned up at the stone ceiling.
The queen liked my devilry, and she couldn’t hide that fact from me, no matter how she tried. No matter the facade she wore, the good girl persona she had with everyone else didn’t work with me.
My Avia had a penchant for darkness.
And I could feel it. I absorbed it. And then, somehow, it turned into an even hotter blaze that burned between us.
That night, I had the best orgasm I’d had in a millennium because all of Avia’s lust and anger frothed inside of me as her pleasure went on and on and on.
After it was over, I lay there panting, staring up at the stone ceiling in my cell. The pleasure was so intense that there was no way she’d ever give me up—no way I’d let her.
In fact, it gave me an idea…and less than an hour later, I tried to recreate the lusty sensations—stroking my shaft with my good hand and imagining her sweet lips were wrapped around it, that her tongue was massaging the underside of my dick. Slowly and steadily, I built up my pleasure until my hips were bucking up into my hand and I found sweet release.
Then I did it again.
The third time, I didn’t go slowly, but quickly brought myself over the edge, eager to test my theory.
The fourth time was the charm.
Right after I finished, panting, and stared at the semen stringing through the water above me, my cell door swung open. My queen stood in the doorway, arms crossed, fury wrought across her expression.
Her silk night dress did little to hide her stiff nipples and while I let my eyes graze over her figure once, the thrill going through me was far more than sensual.
I leisurely tucked my dick away in my pants so that she’d be forced to watch, and then slowly sat up.
“Yes, my queen?”
Her lips pressed together, and I saw the debate unfolding inside her head—what to say and what to withhold. A tight feeling entered my chest, and I realized that she was anxious beneath her fury. Scared.
Of me.
I adored that I sensed her fear. And it wasn’t the way I’d adored fear in the past. In the past, other people’s fear had sparked my sense of victory. Superiority. But this?
This was more.
Avia’s fear was like a precious gem. A tiny treasure to clutch close to my chest.
It was something true in a world full of lies.
Standing, I walked slowly forward to avoid frightening my little gazelle.
