Chapter Forty-Eight: The Night The Raven Lost Its Wings II
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“Are you crazy?”
Were the first words out of Rheyes’s mouth followed by an utterly deadly stare.
“No more than usual, why? Did I say something otherworldly?”
“So you just go on about your day asking men you hardly know to strip?”
“Haven’t you heard the rumours?”
“Hah…!”
He laughed a little too disappointedly, then continued.
“I have been the subject of many rumours myself, so I try not to…”
He sighed, then continued.
“But I guess rumours stem from a truth, huh?”
A pang of…something gripped my chest.
‘Should I explain myself to him or…no.’
‘I don’t need a friend like you, Rheyes.’
‘I’d hate to have to constantly be on guard…wondering when in the hell you will cut my strings. That’s how you operate. The moment my usefulness expires, I become a pawn.’
‘Find another way to deal with Étienne; I only want tonight with you.’
“So…? That’s a no?”
I tried to catch a clear answer from him.
“Of course it is! Do you expect me to undress before you?”
“Why? What’s the problem? I didn’t particularly peg you as the shy type?”
“Countess…”
He called warningly.
“Fine, fine. I’ll drop it.”
I said then, in an exaggerated manner, stretched my body.
His gaze, despite the firmness of his boundaries, flew to my chest.
“About time anyway. I was feeling a bit sleepy.”
“What do you mean, sleepy? We still have to talk.”
“Hah! Let me stop you right there, your highness. I made my terms pretty clear. If you wish to talk about anything past that, it better be about the weather or the seasonal dresses being shipped from Akonia.”
There was a tense silence as I walked lazily towards the bed; I barely managed to pull the rumpled sheets, Stanley’s attempt at spreading, open when large tanned hands with what looked like genetically blacked nails gripped my hand.
Rather than halt my motion, he twisted my hand to my back then pushed me to the wall.
My head was only a hair width away from the portrait of flowers whose frame was made of pure gold rims hung on the wall, meaning a hair width apart from a concussion, taking into account the force he used.
“Countess…have you lost your mind? Try not to mistake my patience for softness.”
I understood, honestly, that he meant to intimidate me, but he spoke directly to my ear, forcing a shudder down my spine.
“You…! This arouses you?”
I eyed him from the corner of my eyes.
“You think me a deviant, but your eyes have turned to the colour of hazelwood.”
He said nothing.
Instead, he inched closer to my body.
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Rheyes Kerhid Norvig
It was her!
This, every bit of it, is all her fault!
He shouldn’t have touched her, even with the intention of threatening her! Everything about her felt volatile.
The second he did, his c*ck throbbed clear of his sanity.
He could feel her softness through the lightness of her garments, and was that…
‘Cherries and cold cream…gods…she smells divine!’
The hand he pressed against her back was only inches from the suppleness of her buttocks.
‘I could just…’
He took a step forward, burying his hardness between the folds of her cheeks.
She let out a slight moan, which was all the encouragement he needed.
He pressed himself harder on her softness.
His breathing grew more laboured, and a sense of dizziness as the blood rushed from his head ferociously to his manhood claimed him.
“My hand…you are going to di..dislocate my shoulder..”
The countess spoke in such a small voice that her voice was near lost to him.
“Your highness!”
The call of his title jolted him into dropping her hand and backing away from her as though she were a witch sent to curse him.
This should not be happening!
He should not be attracted to anyone outside the dragon community! His full title as the king of all reptiles in the North depended on it!
It was bad enough that he was half-human; his mother’s side of the family holds very little tolerance to their kind.
His life was already planned out, he was to marry Michelle, Elora's best friend and the daughter of the most influential family in Kranis.
Not that he loved her, or she him.
It was an arrangement to produce a powerful heir to be the next leader.
‘F*ck!’
‘No..seriously…F*ck!!’
His following statement should obviously, be that they were clearly both tired and needed rest.
However, the moment the countess turned to face him, rubbing the wrist he had just moments ago squeezed carelessly, the sleeve of her gown slipped from her slender shoulders, exposing the hardened bud of a n****e he longed to taste.
‘What colour could it be, pink like the peach blossoms growing outside or darker…like her feel. Like the cherries, she so intoxicatingly smells like?’
Gods! He should not be thinking this way! It is outrageous that he should fancy a..a-
‘Yes, I should put an end to this nonsense!’
“I will play by your terms.”
‘What the hell did I just…say?’
“Really?”
The countess asked.
“Yes, ‘really’.”
“Okay, ask away.”
“How did you know that Gildoff was in the inn?”
“Ah…for that, I will lie if I answer. So pass.”
“Pass? You give me ridiculous conditions then ‘pass’ on the first question asked?”
“Is your pride that intrusive that you cannot accept my answer?”
The countess asked as she fixed the fallen sleeve.
A pang of disappointment hit him.
He wanted, no needed more…
“Let us add a punishment system to the game.”
“Game…hmm, I like the sound of that. What are your terms?”
“For every question you pass, you let me take a piece of clothing off you.”
She stilled, then smiled.
“You realise I have only four garments on? Hardly fair.”
‘Four?..the gown, the flimsy silk green nightdress, underwear and..?’
“Then avoid passing.”
His gaze dropped to her feet.
‘socks.’
“So, let me get this straight. You take your, many many garments off yourself, while, on my end, you, undress me?”
“Correct,”
“I don’t quite like the sound of that. Hmm..let me take your garments off as well, to make matters square. Other than a slight ache, they’re pretty functional.”
She gestured to her lifted hand then made a show of flexing and unflexing her fingers.
“On one condition.”
“Okay…”
“You accept the consequences of what might follow.”
“You mean s*x?”
“Possibly.”
“Only if you accept that afterwards, I will tolerate no discussion of the night. It will be as though we never met each other before.”
“You will deny your saviour friendship?”
“Especially friendship.”
Rheyes felt the corners of his lips tilt upwards.
The conditions suited him to a frightening degree.
He will have her, sate the madness in him, then leave her be.
‘Wait, will she ask for payment?’
“I can’t pay you tonight. My cards-,”
She did not interrupt him. He stopped himself mid-sentence.
The expression on her face was unreadable.
“Go on…”
She urged with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
For some reason, he felt as though…as though he would lose the only window she gave to herself if he completed his sentence.
Their relationship might turn to business, and he would be just among the many she’s serviced before.
‘Does she…service other men?’
He hated the thought of that, but she admitted to the rumours readily, leaving little room for his denial of her.
It would be foolish to do something like imagine her a virgin for his self-satisfaction, so he opted for the next best thing.
‘I will make sure you never forget me, Countess….’
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