WINTER
Cruel.
I think that’s the only suitable word for the man before me right now.
Because Gosh, how could he demand something so humiliating? My cheeks burned and I practically begged him to just f**k me already, to skip this mortifying display. But Valtor refused.
Instead, he sprawled on the couch across from my bed like it was his throne, thighs spread wide. His eyes raked over me setting every inch of my skin hot as I clutched my nightgown in a death grip.
“Hurry. Strip and spread your thighs already,” he growled, impatience lacing his voice as he gestured in the air.
When he acted like this, I could see the figure people whisper about him; The king who never heard a no.
My trembling fingers grazed the hem of my dress.
But then, Valtor interrupted, “Just pull it down enough
