Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Lysander tensed, not having expected Fina to bring up the one thing that had perplexed him from the start. "It's not true, then?" he asked tightly.
"I'm afraid not." Head still lowered, Fina allowed her lips to curve in a smile of secret triumph. She had no idea what the prince was talking about, but it didn't matter. The prince's words from earlier had betrayed his doubts, and all she needed to do was bide her time.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of her, and a moment later the prince was helping Fina to her feet. His touch was gentle, and his voice...defeated. "They were all wrong, were they not? Somehow, none of them knew...it was you who won that battle."
"Your Highness—-"
"It is not right for a ruler to take credit for someone else's work. I apologize on the princess' behalf, Fina, and I shall rectify this—-"
"No." She held on to the prince's hand. "Please don't do that or she would never trust me again. We cannot afford to have such a rift in these troubled times, Your Highness. Especially now..."
His gaze narrowed. "What about now?"
"I've found where Ivy's hiding."
And the spy started doing what she did best, weaving lies between truths, and the prince listened, too much in pain to know the difference between the two.
It was almost dawn when Lysander and Fina came back to the Moretti compound, and just in time to see another Lyccan princess about to leave.
He strode forward immediately, wanting to know if Matilda had succeeded.
"Your Highness." Matilda's smile faded as he came closer, and Lysander wondered why that was.
"Have you found the person we're looking for?"
"It seems you've found her before I did."
He saw Matilda's gaze move past him...and straight to where a hooded Fina stood.
"I smell a lot of lies on that woman, prince."
And so she did, he thought bleakly. So many lies Fina had to utter...and all for his wife's sake.
Chapter Fifteen
Estrella stirred to the sound of paws landing on the balcony. "Lysander?"
Silence.
She was immediately and fully awake, her feet swinging noiselessly off the bed even as she reached for the dagger under her pillow. Almost being abducted had taught Estrella not to take her safety for granted, and she made sure she had a weapon handy no matter when and where.
Dawn was breaking outside as she inched towards the balcony doors. Even though it was unlikely for an intruder to get this far into the compound without the alarm sounding off, she simply wasn't taking any chances.
Heart beating hard against her chest, she slowly peeked through the slits—-
Oh, thank God.
She rushed out, anxious at the way Lysander, who was still in Ammon's form remained so still. Sinking to her knees, she cupped his face and gazed searchingly into haunted violet eyes. "What's wrong?"
But Lysander only remained silent.
"You can tell me anything. Let me help you. Please." Because she was absolutely convinced something was wrong. She didn't have to read his mind to know he was hurting. She could feel his pain. She just didn't know where it was coming from.
Lysander?
When he still didn't answer her, she slowly rose to her feet and moved back to the bedroom, hoping he would follow. After a moment, he did so, and she was just about to sigh in relief when something invisible and icy struck her skin—-
Oh!
He had already reached for before she could even turn around, and his mouth had covered hers before she could even say a word. With one rip, he had her nightgown into pieces, and by the time her back hit the bed, she was fully naked, and his oversized cock was already sliding in and deliciously forcing the walls of her pussy to widen its passage.
Their coupling was silent and furious, so impossibly torrid that even with her Lyccan strength she still ended up gasping for breath as he pumped into her over and over. The urgent drive of his thrusts had him leaning with one hand against the wall as the headboard smashed against it with every plunge of his cock. His other arm was curved under her hips, locking her in place, while her legs dangled in the air.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
Pleasure started to unfurl, and her throat started to tighten. She gripped the edges of her pillow, her head tossing left and right, and as the pleasure burst, the words just kept tumbling out.
"I love you."
But unlike before, the words didn't make him smile or whisper how beautiful she was. If anything, his eyes...they seemed even more haunted now. Harsher. And the strange look stayed even as his body stiffened, his cum began to fill her pussy, and her name slipped past his lips like a broken vow.
Estrella fell back into sleep soon after, and for a long time, Lysander simply stayed by her side, watching and wondering how someone who appeared so innocent could be so damn manipulative.