1110 word(s)Published219 Warm air hit her bare back when he pulled away from her, no longer leaning into her. His hand let go of her breasts and returned to her hips where he held her to him. Lucien can no longer hold onto his control. The small control left teethered the each of a cliff with each stroke inside her tight wet sheath...with each sweet throaty moan she let's out. He lost it. Sound of skin slapping skin file the air. His strokes increased in pace, becoming faster and harder. Her pelvis pressed against the shelf, Danika braced herself when it dawned on her that he was no longer in charge anymore. He slammed inside her over and over again, like he wants to bury himself inside her body and never get out. His fingers dug on her hips persistently, holding her tighter and pulling her closer to him. She bit her lips, knowing that she'll be wear

 1336 word(s)Published221 He said nothing. His eyes remained unreadable. In fact, he showed no reaction at all. And it only angered Vetta the more. Made her more bitter. She walked closer to him until she stood in front of him. "As a slave master who has been a slave before, you forgot the most important thing. A slave will do ANYTHING at all to come out of slavery." Her mouth to his ear, she lowered herself to a whisper. "Including...faking kindness. Faking to be good. And the most important...? Pretending to love your master." His hands curled into fists. He squeezed them tightly. She saw it. "You know what I say is the truth. No, you FEAR what I say will be the truth." She amended with a coy smile, "That is why you're so hesitant to uncollar her." "What else is holding you? You and I know it's no longer about her father or abou

 1289 word(s)Published223  Danika was barely able to follow the conversation because of the insistent pain in her back....and the feel of his hands on him. He was looming over her from behind, his hand touched and probed some areas of her back, searching for the focus zones. She winced when he touched a part at the center of her back, and winced again at another part...and another and another. Then, she felt his mouth on her back. "I read in one of the parchments that back aches occurs when the baby is developing healthily," his hand circled her belly, he rubbed softly, "when the baby is developing, the uterus is expanding which puts pressure on your blood vessels, the nerves in the pelvis and your back." She practically melted into him, her hand resting on top of his, on her belly. She listened to his words, more than surprised that he h

  1056 word(s) Published 225   "It was the first time Cone gave such a mission. She killed a person. An innocent woman."   Danika lowered her head in shame. How did that monster father her?   "Cone gave her a mission to sneak into the home of a Privileged and kill his wife. I don't have any idea why he would want the woman dead, but Cone had a lot of enemies.   She couldn't get past that kill, because the woman she was sent to kill was a woman she knows. A woman she cared for." He revealed in a low voice.   That was unexpected. "What...!?"   He turned and faced her then, standing in the middle of the room, while she was seated behind his desk to alleviate her hurting legs.   "Vetta's parents were slaves owned by the Raskin family. Her mother died at childbirth, her father fell sick and dropped dead while worki

 1147 word(s)Published228 "Come to bed with me..." His eyes found his table. Danika didn't think it was possible but he looked sadder as his eyes rested on the unfinished scroll lying at one part of the table. Then, he shook his head, "I have to finish up with work. It's a message, I need the messenger to send it out to the several kingdoms on the morrow." "What is the message all about?" She asked softly. Jaws locked, he looked away. "Nothing of great importance. Go and sleep, I will join you later." The stubborn lock of his jaw told her that he wouldn't be saying anything else about the 'work', so, she accepted his words with a nod. "Alright, My King." She has no idea when she grew accustomed to that kiss in the forehead and the belly, which he always gave her in private whenever they are about to part ways,