Page 60 of King of Lies
Just as my orgasm is about to roll over me, he pulls back and growls, “I need you,” and I hold my arms open for him. Rhys settles his hips between my thighs, and I don’t have a chance to catch my breath when he plunges deep inside.
The tremors I felt begining earlier, crash over me and it hurts. I cry out as I come, and Rhys gives me no measure of rest as he savagely plunges into me again and again.
“Again,” he demands. I would think it’s not possible but Rhys has always known how to play my body like an instrument, and he drives me higher and higher with each thrust.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on, digging my nails into the backs of his shoulders and then it’s upon me again and I know I won’t survive this one. It’s too big, too huge, I need him to stop, to slow down, but he doesn’t.
“Let go,” he quietly roars and I’m helpless to do anything but what he commands of me. I dig my nails in further and gasp as my orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave. Rhys barks out an expletive and plunges deep one more time, following me over the edge.
My breath saws in and out of my lungs as his weight pins me to the mattress. While the orgasms were great, there’s something else at play here and I’m not sure what. He slides out of me and rolls us so that I’m tucked into him, my back to his front, and he pulls the covers back over us.
“Rhys?”
“What is it Stella?”
“What just happened?” I ask and I hate that my voice sounds so small and scared.
“Nothing, Hen. Go to sleep.”
“But—”
“I said, go to sleep,” he says. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
“Okay,” I reply even though I don’t want to talk in the morning. I feel like we should talk now. But I don’t want to push the issue. It’s been a bad day. And like he said, we’ll talk tomorrow.
Unfortunately, we don’t get the chance because when I wake up alone, like I do every day now, Rhys is gone.
Chapter 23
Trip
Ilet out a frustrated sigh when my hand encounters the cold sheets on the other side of the bed. I shouldn’t be frustrated by it, or surprised. This is my life now.
I get up and shower and get ready for the day. With yesterday’s funeral behind us, it should be a casual day. The family is in a state of mourning for another month. No royal obligations other than important matters of state while Rhys learns the ropes.
I dress in a pair of skinny jeans and a slouchy sweater. I pull my hair into a ponytail and dust a light amount of makeup on my face.
I should go find him and surprise him. Maybe just say hi.
I slip my feet into my favorite pair of ballet flats and make my way through the rooms to the main door. I pull it open and Leo is standing there waiting for me.
“Good morning, Leo.” I smile. “How is your day going?”
“Good, Miss. Thank you.”
“I was thinking of popping in to say hi to Rhys,” I tell him. “Could you point me in the right direction?”
He pauses for a moment and then seems to come to some resolution when he answers, “No, Miss. I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I can’t because he’s not here,” he says.
“What do you mean he’s not here?”
“The king left on urgent matters of state early this morning.”
“So it was a last minute thing …”
