- Confuse Him
Kier
Danger lurks in the most unexpected places.
In dark, shadowed corners…
In the woods…
On the lips of a servant.
Danger, I think, should be a blade to one’s neck and an arrow to one’s heart. It shouldn’t be the soft caress of a woman’s virgin and inexperienced lips.
My gut tightens and something cracks behind me. The table, I realize. gripped too hard to stop myself from touching her, twine her hair around my fingers and be the first one to steal her innocence–not that there’s anything left of it.
Her tongue brushes past my lips shyly and I part them without thinking, letting her in, and at the first stroke of her tongue against mine, my resolve cracks.
Why torture myself by staying away? If she so wishes to be in my bed, I shall grant her that.
Slowly, my fingers leave the table and find her waist, tugging her closer and rougher than I’ve never been with any of my past lovers. Eager. Hungry for more of that taste of licorice. Hungry for more of that heat. that radiates from her body.
The table will do. It’s the least she deserves for torturing me. I’ll have her on this table, legs spread far apart as I ram into to her just as hard as she’s seduced me.
Shattered.
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She shatters my thoughts when she suddenly pulls away from me with a shove that sends me reeling back. I stare at her, confused as hell.
The devil of a woman is grinning. It is then that her words register. But I’ve already won, Kier.
Triumph shines in her violet gaze and the corner of his lips tilt into a savage smile that no woman should wear. It is the smile of a woman who has fought a war and conquered,
“How did I do?” she asks, walking toward the heap of presents by the window. She bends over a little, plucking one wrapped in purple, dusting it with care. “I can hear your heat racing. Alpha,” she whispers nonchalantly, not even deeming me a second glance
Like she didn’t just kiss me.
I’m in front of her before I even register that I have moved, and I’m showing her up the wall, hurling her skorts up.
No one. No one taunts me like that. No one plays mind games with me
“What are you doing?” she asks rather calmly, and I raise my head. staring into eyes that should belong only to a witch.
“Do you not want me anymore?” I ask, fingers sliding up her thighs.
She blinks and her eyes are suddenly dark and glacial. Her expression is cold and her eyes demeaning 1 do not Put me down or I will scream.
Her voice isn’t that of a siren’s anymore. It is strong and condescending The switch is drastic too sudden for me to comprehend
I stare at her, searching her eyes for the maid whose lips had caressed mine only seconds ago, but I see nothing in her eyes that gives away her want for me. Just to be I am not hallucinating. I lower my lips to her
neck and kiss the supple skin-
She shoves me off her with surprising strength and smacks me hard across the cheek. My head snaps left just as her cold voice reaches my ears. “When a woman says no, she means no.”
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pull away abruptly, snatching my hand from her kin that scorches my fingers. I stare at her in disbelief. It’s ske looking at a different person.
Fuck, I can’t even speak. The Jessamine Everhart I have come to know in the past couple of days is an unrelenting seductress, a strong willed, vibrant, too honest woman with a penchant for trouble.
The being standing in front of me is something unearthly. Her aura is staggering and her demeanor is hardened. Eyes piercing and frosty, shoulders held high in a manner that is awfully regal. She takes one step forward, and away from the gift boxes, fingers grasping the purple
one tightly
She drops it on my desk and sits in my chair again, and for the first time in my life, I feel out of place
She looks like she belongs in my seat in my office in my fucking castle
My cock twitches, finding this somewhat arousing. Fuck
She pulls out an empty scroll, drafts something in it and takes my seal, stamping on the scroll, hard. All I do watch, like I have been sidelined.
Her allure it has increased in ten fold by this sudden shift. I’d be more than content, letting her have anything she wants right now if she asks
But she doesn’t ask. She takes and takes. Like all I have built is hers for
the keeping
She rises from my chair, holding the scroll, and though she is slight
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shorter and petite, she manages to look down her nose at me. “Thank you for your kind gesture.”
I fold my trembling hands behind my back, trying to assume a semblance of control as I ask, “What gesture?”
Lady Everhart holds up the scroll. “New, respectable chambers, a new wardrobe, the opportunity to dine with the rest of the contenders,
access to the training halls and chambermaids, and a ‘yes‘ to everything I demand.”
I move, aiming to snatch the scroll out of her hand and rip it to pieces, but her eyes narrow, pinning me to where I stand. “You are one scream away from being accused of assault. Touch me, or my scroll, and everyone will be here within seconds.”
Disregarding her absurd warning, I stomp over to where she stands angrily, and when I reach for the scroll, she screams so loud, my head
starts to hurt.
I clamp a hand over her mouth and she bites down, hard, stomping down on my feet with her heeled slippers.
Heels should be banned. I think my toe is broken. She looks utterly harmless, yet she inflicts damage. The worst kind. To my ego, my mind. and my fucking foot.
She tucks the scroll in between her breasts, just as someone knocks on my door. “Alpha, is everything alright?”
Randale. Bloody, flying fuck.
I narrow my gaze at the she–devil whose eyebrows are arched expectantly. How can anything be alright when she’s slowing making my life a living hell?
“Yes,” I call out, and I hear his footsteps retreat.
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She approaches me, walking with a deliberate slowness that makes her wide hips sway left and right. She stops when she’s only a few inches away, staring up at me with unyielding eyes.
Standing on her toes, she kisses my neck, and my pants suddenly feel too tight for my cock. Like it isn’t enough, she brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “You’re welcome.”
Several minutes after she leaves, I stand, breathing and exhaling
deeply. It takes another seven minutes before I notice the gift box she left on my desk.
Unwrapping it, I find a sweater of deep, rich black colour, crafted adeptly with a skill I have yet to see in years. My fingers graze the surface, marveling at the soft, luxurious texture, and I stare at the note.
Because the cold gets you very often…–JH.
I toss it on the ground in frustration, raising my feet to step on it. I hesitate, like a fool, like a toddler, and I pick it up, fold it neatly and hide
it in my drawer.
