When he leaned back in his seat, she pulled away from him. That was when she noted her environment again.
“Wow. I must say that you’ve got yourself a very good slave. She did a good job,” King Pesih said from across the room.
King Lucien said nothing, even though he heard the king’s comment. He was deep in thought.
She’d seen his scars. When he looked in her eyes, he didn’t see repulsion or mockery. He saw genuine concern for him. She’d stared up at him and he saw the pain in her eyes.
Then she’d pleasured him. It was something he had never expected. She’d pleasured him, and she’d proved to him that she didn’t find him the least bit repulsive because of his scars.
King Lucien watched her as the entertainment continued. Then she’d placed her head on his knee.
He let her.
He didn’t
