Offering the Princess to the Devil Himself
1152 Words
Dammit! This couldn’t be happening. Not when he was so close.
Fuck! Liam gritted his teeth and prayed for patience – his fucken weakness – as he watched Hans prowl to the other side of the room. The man poured himself a stiff drink and downed it in one shot.
Fucker! That slimy creature Ravie had been right. Hans looked like a caged animal ready to strike. And he had his sights set on him, if his bloody dark stare was anything to go by. It seemed he might have shaken the hornet’s nest by interrupting the lord and ruler of the pits from his afternoon f**k. If the rumours were true, the man f****d five times a day just to stay right.
Staring at him now, Liam believed the rumours. s**t…tense didn’t even begin to describe him. Hans was normally tightly coiled as though he was holding something locked up inside but today…
If only he didn’t need him, he would have gotten rid of him a long time ago.
But he did need him. The man held his fucken prize. And he was about to hold another until he was ready to reveal the princess of the underworld to her people.
Liam’s nostrils flared as he tried to think of a way to get what he wanted…
Kenda stared at the man in the robe mesmerised. He moved around the room with a sure confidence that was intoxicating and it was doing something to her. She tuned out everything around her as she was pulled by some invisible force towards him.
What was it about him that she couldn’t look away?
Kenda wet her lips as they suddenly felt dry. She was thirsty. Her stomach squeezed tight when the robe parted affording her a glimpse of a very hard and masculine thigh.
Hmmmm… very hungry.
Something delicious and dark swirled within her. Kenda closed her eyes savouring the taste in her mouth – it was decadent, dark and powerful she had to have more. Kenda opened all of her senses absorbing the delicious…
“Kenda!” Ramelock whispered harshly close to her ear, as his hands closed around hers. “No magic, remember?”
“What?” Kenda stared at her palms. Magic sparked from her fingers. It felt strong and potent.
Kenda quickly looked up to see if Liam had noticed.
No.
“Don’t be stupid. Bide your time. The perfect moment will present itself.” Ramelock whispered and then stepped back.
Kenda turned to him not sure what to make of his words. Which side was he on, anyway?
But she liked his words none the less.
The perfect moment…Kenda turned back to Liam…oh she couldn’t wait for that moment.
“I see you still have your hunter and prey games in full swing.” Liam said walking closer to Hans, having decided to indulge the man. He could feel the hostile energy radiating from him as he approached. He had to make this quick.
Hans turned to him and then his eyes skidded to the door.
Liam followed his gaze.
Yes, of course.
The naked woman who’d been cowering at the door ran away as soon as she saw them ending the game.
Liam cleared his throat.
Hans looked away quickly his face turning to stone. He still couldn’t look at her.
Fuck!
“Yeah,” Hans said and poured himself another drink, pretending that his foul mood was due to them interrupting him.
But it was not. His fucken mate was standing there and he couldn’t do anything about it.
Liam shook his head at Hans’ foul mood. He couldn’t deal with this s**t now. Whatever he had interrupted he’ll fix later. He’ll send him a couple of women, and he can play all the sick games he wanted.
Now they had to get to business. Time was wasting. He had to get married and consummated as soon as possible before the demon council found holes in his claim to the throne and realized that their true king and his heir were still alive. But everything depended on Kenda.
She had to say yes to the marriage.
Liam walked back to the door. “Come in princess, don’t be shy.” He said and pulled her inside the room. Ramelock followed, keeping close to Kenda. Liam stared at him until he took a stepped back but not too far.
He’ll have to talk to the stupid motherfucker about that. Kenda was his woman, no one else. And he wasn’t going to tolerate him clinging to her like some thirsty a leech.
Kenda gave him a lethal stare and wrenched her arm away. Liam let her go, letting her think she won.
Her feistiness and blatant hate turned him on.
He couldn’t wait to tame her. To watch the fire that burned so bright in her eyes snuff out as she was forced to take him day after day.
The thrill of conquering, of breaking her, of f*****g her until she thought of no one else but him, coursed through his veins, intoxicating him. Liam he leaned close and breathed in her alluring scent. He stared down at the curve of her neck, so delicate. The skin there glowed golden. She looked so soft and smooth. Liam itched to kiss her there.
Soon… he smiled pleased with himself.
He looked up to find Hans’ dark eyes on him. They blazed with malice and something so deadly, Liam felt sweat bead his brow.
“Hans, this is my fiancé, Kenda the princess of the Underlands,” he forced out. He faced Hans fully, dragging Kenda to his side. Hans stared at them, and then turned away. Liam pulled out his fancy cloth and dabbed at his face. “Princess, this is the ruler and lord of the pits, Hans. He’s going to be your master and lord for the coming weeks to make you compliant to my every request.”
Liam’s smug smile returned as he said the last part. “He’s going to break you. I’m going to look like a saint once he's finished with you.”
A chill ran down Kenda spine. And she felt like she was suffocating.
What? He was going to leave her here?
With him?!!!
Kenda turned to look at Hans and gasped when she saw his eyes focused on her.
Damn…damn…damn…the need to run filled her.
Shit…she forced herself to stand still.
“Liam. A word.” Hans’s voiced roared in the stillness.
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