Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,11

can be stunning. A true goddess even. It doesn’t look like she’s been cared for too well though and that piques his curiosity even more.

His eyes trail down her body and he sees the healing bruises on her knees.

“I’m telling you,” he commands.

She glances past him before her eyes settle back on his. Amber eyes with flecks of gold dust. They look lost and tormented. He recognizes what’s tumbling and twirling inside those dilated pupils. He’s all too familiar with this picture. Whoever she is, she’s high out of her fucking mind.

“Stand,” he commands. More out of annoyance now.

Such a fucking waste. No matter how beautiful a woman may be, the drugs will reduce that quickly. He knows from experience. Jasmine’s mother, as beautiful as she was, had chosen the money and the drugs over the well-being of her daughter. And in this line of business, being associated with a woman who uses and abuses is bad news. That’s why he was quick to dispose of Daisy as soon as Jazzy escaped her womb.

The creature before him visibly trembles as she stands, swaying on her feet. Her eyes are filled with…shame…which does something to him. She stumbles forward and he catches her. Well, more like she fell into his lap.

“Sir, I-I’m s-sorry,” she stutters as she tries to get back on her feet.

Her body is skin and bones yet still soft. How that’s possible, he isn’t sure. But he helps her stand back on her feet again, his hand holding on to her slender fingers to make sure she’s steady.

“The prince of darkness is a gentleman,” she whispers ever so quietly, quoting King Lear.

“I’m not a prince. I’m a King,” he tells her, his hand still wrapped around hers.

It surprises him that she would quote King Lear. More surprised that his cock is taking notice of her soft skin on his. He shifts in his seat to try to cover himself from her view.

“You’ve read Shakespeare’s King Lear?” he asks.

She’s the one looking surprised now. Her dilated pupils try to focus on him as she nods her head.

The sound of a throat clearing has her quickly removing her fingers from his hold and immediately, she is back on her knees beside his seat, half-hidden thanks to his large frame.

He turns to find Isabella with a silk robe loosely tied around her. Isabella eyes the woman next to him but gives Ariana not another word as she glides over to him.

“What better way to know one another, my King,” Isabella says, helping herself onto his lap.

She definitely is a go-getter. He won’t deny that. Neither will his cock who’s fully awake with Isabella’s luscious ass subtly rocking on him.

“Indeed,” he whispers huskily.

Isabella grabs his hand, sliding it upward on her thigh. She leans in and takes his ear lobe between her teeth, stroking her tongue across it.

“Let’s see how big this crown of yours is, my King,” she whispers in his ear before trailing kisses down his neck.

His thumb reaches the apex of her legs and she pushes herself onto it. She’s aggressive. Nothing wrong with that once in a while as long as she knows he won’t put up with that for long.

She’s nicely groomed and when he finds her hardened bud she moans against his neck. He nearly forgets the other woman still kneeling silently beside him until he feels her movement.

“I didn’t say you can move, pet.” Isabella’s tone strikes down on her.

“But—”

“Sit!” Isabella commands. Irritation lacing her words.

He turns his head to see Ariana silently fall back to her knees, head sunken.

She can’t be a sub. This isn’t how dom/sub relationships work but he’s not in the business of being nosy especially when Isabella’s hand has already found a way inside his pants and stroking him.

Women like Isabella are made to make men like him fall to their knees. He’s learned this a long time ago. The effect she has on his cock is no different than any other before her.

Keeping a King on his knees is a whole different ball game though. Potential wife or not, it won’t be easy to tame him to her will, if that’s what she thinks she’s going to do.

Wife. The term almost makes him flaccid.

Almost. And if he has to be the one to take the fall, at least Isabella can be fun in bed. At least, for a while.

Isabella’s fingers are working on his shirt buttons now. She didn’t even bother to take his suit jacket off, her need