against his hand. But Gods, it was so dirty and erotic that I couldn’t help but roll onto my back. And of course, he followed me, knowing what I was doing, so my legs could spread wider and I could take him deeper.
“My girl likes that, tell me, sweetheart, how much do you like my touch?” he hummed in my ear now plastered to my side and with his large frame half over me. Asking me this as he continued to coat the insides of my sex with his blood soaked fingers, healing me as he did, and also bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. I don't know what it was about having his blood there, but it was tingling with the whole of my insides and dancing along my nerves. Doing so to the point where I knew I was seconds away from coming, from falling apart under him. My shuddering body told him as much for I felt him grin against my cheek.
“You didn't answer me, pet.”
“Yes, I love your touch,” I whispered, making him hum against my cheek as if pleased. But then he pulled his fingers out and I moaned at the loss, crying a little as I had been so close. But something had switched inside of Lucius, where he was now cupping my sex possessively, which was when he said to me,
“And tell me again, Amelia, tell me that no one else has been here.”
“Lucius?” I asked in confusion, dizzy from being so close and asking myself where this was coming from. But then it hit me the second he shattered my euphoria.
“No other King, answer me, for I need to know?!” It was at this point that all arousal fled me, and another emotion took complete control. I was furious and as a result,
I totally lost my shit!
“Are you fucking kidding me? That is what you think of me! That I would fuck another King!” I snapped angrily, now rolling away from him and grabbing what was left of my torn dress from the floor to hold in front of me as I didn’t remember when he had taken it off me. Too lost in the act to remember exactly, but I think it was when he was tearing it from me when moving me from the wall to fuck me on the dressing table. One that now looked considerably less useful for its purpose.
“It is clear that you do not want this King dead, is there a reason for that?” he asked in a tone that was totally unapologetic, and I couldn’t help but scream at him,
“Yes, because I'm not fucking psycho, that's why! Gods, but what type of question is that!”
“A reasonable one!” he snapped back, and my eyes bulged before I shook my head a little as if this would help me in making sense of his new brand of crazy!
“If you think that a reasonable question is why I don't wish someone dead, someone who is not on my enemy list… and trust me here, Lucius, I'm racking them up… then you have been in Hell for far too long!” I threw back at him after raking a hand through my hair in an angry motion with the other fisted to my chest, so I wasn’t having this argument with him completely naked.
“You're right, I have been in Hell too long and so have you!”
“Well, on that we agree!” I snapped.
“So, there is nothing you want to tell me about your time with the King?” At this I narrowed my eyes at him in question, wondering what it was exactly that Lucius had been told or for all I know, had seen by an ‘all seeing’ magical cow named Dixie that they had stashed in the basement somewhere!
“And what exactly do you mean by that question?” I asked with a hand on my hip, and it was at this point that Lucius stood up and came towards me, now clearly trying to intimidate me.
“You're deflecting, sweetheart.”
“Oh no, don't you sweetheart me!” I said wagging my finger at him, and I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face when he was amused at seeing it.
“You don’t get to sweetheart me when we're having a conversation about you believing that I would EVER FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU!” I roared at him before he got closer and told me,
“A question, I do believe, you haven't yet answered!” At this I walked away, lifted both my hands and shouted,