Chapter 7 #2
“It’s not just sex,” I whisper, feeling foolish.
How could I have let him bait me into such a personal conversation?
I have to change the subject and fast. “Besides, there was a weird vibe between Dahlia and the vice admiral. What’s up with that?
” I ask not even bothering to realize that Rhys has stiffened beneath me and not in a way that held up his earlier promises.
“Hen—” he starts.
“What?” I ask nervously.
“I have to know.”
“Know what?”
“Are you in or are you out?” he says.
“I don’t understand,” I say, shaking my head.
“You do,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. “Are you in or are you out?”
“I-I-I haven’t decided.”
“You have. Not that it matters because I’ve decided I’m keeping you,” he says.
“You can’t just decide to keep a person, Rhys!”
“I can and I did. Haven’t you noticed? I’m king. I can do anything I bloody well want and what I want is you.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“No. What’s ridiculous is having this conversation over and over again when it doesn’t matter.”
“It does, too, matter because you promised.”
“I lied,” he says boldly. “So for argument’s sake, let’s say you’re not going anywhere.
You’re going to live out your days here by my side as my wife and the mother of the future king.
Are you in or are you out? Are you a broodmare to be fucked until you ensure the next line of kings and queens or are you going to rule at my side like you were always meant to? ”
“This is crazy talk.” I try to push away from him, but he holds me tight to his chest with his arms banded around me. “I was never meant to do anything but live in a quiet town and sell books.”
“That’s where you’re wrong and when you’re done being upset about lies that were in place for your safety, I’ll tell you everything.”
“You mean like you’ve already told me everything?
” I snap, trying to push away again, but he pulls me tight to him and rolls me to my back, pinning me underneath him.
I feel him lengthen and harden against my belly and a part of me wants him inside me again, damn all the lies.
I hate that he makes my own body betray me this way.
“Besides, I don’t know what this has to do with the vice admiral. ”
“It has everything to do with everything,” he says before he takes my mouth viciously, his tongue thrusting between my lips, making me want him and so much more.
When he tears his mouth away from mine, I’m panting and wet and aching for him.
“So are you in or are you out?” he bites out and I want to cry and scream because what I don’t want is to talk.
His eyes flare and I know that he knows he’s won… for now.
“I don’t know,” I cry out.
“Fine,” he says, “But the info you request is for those in and only those in.”
“You said you’d tell me anything. You promised no more secrets and lies.”
“I did,” he answers, rolling us again so that he’s reclined on the pillows with one knee pulled up to the side, drawing attention to his cock, me tucked snuggly between his legs. “But some things are bigger than you and me. Do you understand?”
When I don’t answer, he narrows his eyes on me.
“Fine, I understand.”
“Good. Now are you going to suck my cock or ride it?”
“Both,” I whisper, causing his eyes to heat and his length to bob against his belly as I lean down and reach for him.
“Good,” he says as I grab him and lick the precum from his tip. “Do you want me to play with you while you suck me off?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling my face heat.
“Don’t be embarrassed now, hen,” he says. “We’ve got a lifetime of getting to know each other’s bodies and desires. Now straddle me.”
He pulls me to hover over him with his length right in front of me.
I wrap my hand around him and touch my lips to his tip as his fingertips stroke my clit, making me groan against him.
I open my lips and slide as far down his length as I can.
I work him over as he strokes me, and a whimper passes through my lips as he spears me with two of his fingers.
I gasp as he plunges them in and out of me but it’s when his thumb hits my clit again that I arch my back and grip him tight in my fist as I come.
“Yes,” I pant as my orgasm rolls through me.
I press my forehead to his thigh when it’s done and catch my breath, mourning the loss of his long, thick fingers when he pulls them free.
“Come here, hen,” Rhys says, the roughness of his voice scraping up my spine. “It’s time to fuck your king.”
My breath catches in my lungs at his words, and I flip around to face him. Rhys grips my bare hip in his hand as he guides me down his cock, thrusting up into me as I go and ripping a gasp from my lips.
“Rhys,” I pant, barely holding on as he drives up into me over and over. He uses my previous orgasm to propel this one over the cliff and I cry out as I come.
His hips pump again and again and then he groans as he follows me into bliss, and I collapse on his chest.
As our breaths start to slow, Rhys curls me into him and holds me close even though he’s still inside me. He presses his lips to my ear and says, “I’ll give you anything in my power that I can. But you have to know that I’ll also do anything possible to keep you safe. Even from yourself.”
I want to believe him.
I want to know that he’s telling me the truth. That he isn’t just filling my head and my heart with empty platitudes to keep me happy and quiet in his ivory tower.
After everything that’s happened, I shouldn’t believe him.
But the worst part is… I do. I believe him. So, I just nod my head and close my eyes and let the darkness claim me.