cock deep inside of me, pressing my back to the windows and slamming me into them. I griped the ropes and wrapped my legs around him.
The force of it, the sting of the ropes on my wrists and his cock deep in my belly made me cum instantly. The spasm inside of me gripped him. I milked his cock as we shared our most violent orgasm. It had been so sudden and explosive.
Sweat trickled down my back. My sheer gown was ripped from me at some point, as was his shirt from him. The sheen on both our bodies made it so we slipped against each other.
He breathed into my hair, gripping still to my ass with ferocity.
I nodded. “We match, Sire. I see it too.”
He kissed my throat again, grazing his teeth against my skin. “I love you, Ella. I love you in the exact way I am capable.”
I knew then what my destiny was.
Chapter Eleven
The castle was silent and the king was sleeping so deeply, he didn’t move. I slipped from the bed and crept to the washroom. I pulled the letter I had drawn up and the sack I had put together and stashed in a cupboard. I picked Gus up from the box the king had had made for him and slipped from the room. In the doorway I looked back at him. He truly was the most beautiful man. The darkness in him matched mine. But it was like Abbi had told me when I was a girl—we have to choose the kind of person we want to be. We have control over who we are.
Being with the king meant I was always going to be his whore, and I was always going to feed the darkest part of myself. One day he would marry, and I would be left a shell of the woman I had once been.
I couldn’t live with that option.
I turned and ran, holding tightly to Gus as I had when I had run from my house. It had been months, though it felt like years.
I was different.
In some ways that difference was strength and love. I had a sick and twisted love for the king. He filled me up.
But in other ways I had lost the little bit of beauty I had once held. I had hardened in the arms of a harsh man.
Even in the dark I could see it, the void that had become my soul.
I ran down the servants’ stairs and out the back door. I ran into the woods and towards the mountain I had skirted to come there in the first place.
Hot, blinding tears filled my eyes. Every step away from the mad king, my mad king, burned inside of me. The depth of his impact on my heart wasn’t truly ever noticed until I was far enough away that I could breathe again, on my own. I dropped to my knees and sobbed in a puddle of riding skirts and a trembling mouse.
There was a steady type of fear lingering inside of me. One that whispered I might never be the girl I once was. I might never find love that was free of darkness or guilt.
I forced myself up and my feet to run the whole way back to the convent. And again I found myself clutching my friend and sitting on the stairs. I still didn’t have the heart to climb them. The lush forest surrounding me reminded me of the kingdom I had left.
I kissed Gus on the top of the head and stood, walking back the way I had come many months before.
My feet ached but nothing could top the ripping sensation I had in my chest.
I feared I had left my heart in the king’s bed.
I hadn’t imagined it there. We had made an agreement. There was never going to be any love, and yet, we might have both found some by accident. Even if it was the wrong kind.
My pace slowed as I reached the road to the castle. My feet pulled at me, dragging me to the left. I ended up in the forest I had hidden in when I had left the prince.
I walked the outskirts of the castle until I reached the cottage.
It startled me at first. I didn’t know what to think or say. It was beautiful in a way that only rustic objects could be. I walked slowly to the door and pressed my cold hand against the rough wood. I pushed on the door and slipped inside. The memories the place held secret, flooded me. I gasped when I saw them all. It jolted inside of
The force of it, the sting of the ropes on my wrists and his cock deep in my belly made me cum instantly. The spasm inside of me gripped him. I milked his cock as we shared our most violent orgasm. It had been so sudden and explosive.
Sweat trickled down my back. My sheer gown was ripped from me at some point, as was his shirt from him. The sheen on both our bodies made it so we slipped against each other.
He breathed into my hair, gripping still to my ass with ferocity.
I nodded. “We match, Sire. I see it too.”
He kissed my throat again, grazing his teeth against my skin. “I love you, Ella. I love you in the exact way I am capable.”
I knew then what my destiny was.
Chapter Eleven
The castle was silent and the king was sleeping so deeply, he didn’t move. I slipped from the bed and crept to the washroom. I pulled the letter I had drawn up and the sack I had put together and stashed in a cupboard. I picked Gus up from the box the king had had made for him and slipped from the room. In the doorway I looked back at him. He truly was the most beautiful man. The darkness in him matched mine. But it was like Abbi had told me when I was a girl—we have to choose the kind of person we want to be. We have control over who we are.
Being with the king meant I was always going to be his whore, and I was always going to feed the darkest part of myself. One day he would marry, and I would be left a shell of the woman I had once been.
I couldn’t live with that option.
I turned and ran, holding tightly to Gus as I had when I had run from my house. It had been months, though it felt like years.
I was different.
In some ways that difference was strength and love. I had a sick and twisted love for the king. He filled me up.
But in other ways I had lost the little bit of beauty I had once held. I had hardened in the arms of a harsh man.
Even in the dark I could see it, the void that had become my soul.
I ran down the servants’ stairs and out the back door. I ran into the woods and towards the mountain I had skirted to come there in the first place.
Hot, blinding tears filled my eyes. Every step away from the mad king, my mad king, burned inside of me. The depth of his impact on my heart wasn’t truly ever noticed until I was far enough away that I could breathe again, on my own. I dropped to my knees and sobbed in a puddle of riding skirts and a trembling mouse.
There was a steady type of fear lingering inside of me. One that whispered I might never be the girl I once was. I might never find love that was free of darkness or guilt.
I forced myself up and my feet to run the whole way back to the convent. And again I found myself clutching my friend and sitting on the stairs. I still didn’t have the heart to climb them. The lush forest surrounding me reminded me of the kingdom I had left.
I kissed Gus on the top of the head and stood, walking back the way I had come many months before.
My feet ached but nothing could top the ripping sensation I had in my chest.
I feared I had left my heart in the king’s bed.
I hadn’t imagined it there. We had made an agreement. There was never going to be any love, and yet, we might have both found some by accident. Even if it was the wrong kind.
My pace slowed as I reached the road to the castle. My feet pulled at me, dragging me to the left. I ended up in the forest I had hidden in when I had left the prince.
I walked the outskirts of the castle until I reached the cottage.
It startled me at first. I didn’t know what to think or say. It was beautiful in a way that only rustic objects could be. I walked slowly to the door and pressed my cold hand against the rough wood. I pushed on the door and slipped inside. The memories the place held secret, flooded me. I gasped when I saw them all. It jolted inside of
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