Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

Since her best friend, Ivy, died, she made it her duty to console me and help me move on. Soon, things got complicated, and we were stuck in an entanglement. Neither of us wanted to opt out of the complicated relationship.

The day Ivy died was the day I vowed to never make love to any woman. Her death brought out the cruel part of me. Rather than making love, which was more emotional, I fucked hard without any emotional attachment.

Rosa’s presence brought satisfaction to my new sex life. I became a BDSM addict.

Things happened fast, and Rosa became my mistress, satisfying my dark fantasies. Though I felt nothing for her, I found it hard to let her go after her vast experience in BDSM sex. Despite her laziness, she wasn’t totally useless.

Or was there something more to her staying in the castle?

“My King,” her seductive voice rang in my ears again as she licked her plump lips.

“What do you want?” I asked harshly, but she welcomed me with a warm smile.

What was the naughty girl up to this time?

“You’ve been stressed lately, so I thought you might need to relax.” Her voice was as gentle as a whisper in the breeze.

I watched her keenly, observing her next move.

Get out of my face, bitch!

“I didn’t call you, Rosa,” I said, narrowing my eyes before letting them rest on the door, indirectly telling her to leave.

“I know, my king. I also know you need something,” she said, climbing onto the table.

“I don’t need anything. Leave,” I ordered coldly, tearing my gaze from her.

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“Are you sure?” she asked. Her slim fingers reached for the tiny ribbons holding her robe together.

Without hesitation, she pulled the end of one ribbon, and her robe fell away like a pack of cards, exposing her red bra and g-string panties.

With a smirk on her face, she took a comfortable position on the table, spreading her legs wide apart before tearing the panties off.

I would have loved to do that.

Her fingers met her lips, moistening them before slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit with care.

My eyes flashed with lust as her fingers rubbed her clitoris in slow, deliberate circles. The suicidal thoughts I had earlier vanished as if they had never existed.

“Are you sure you want me to leave, my king?”

Aurora

I froze in shock as my mother’s words replayed in my head for the third time.

My brows furrowed in confusion, and worry settled in the pit of my stomach as I threw her a questioning look. The more I thought about it, the less I understood what she meant.

Did she just say she would confess?

What was that supposed to mean? When I thought my father was exaggerating about my fur color, her words confirmed it.

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