Virtue (ON HOLD)

09.

Virtue

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~Kyra (a few hours ago)

I EVENTUALLY GOT off my bed, changed the sheets and had a shower. I needed to erase the memory of his body, at least before it stayed etched into my mind forever.

The water ran down my body, from my hair down to my toes. I used this as an opportunity to finally take care of myself, pamper myself- something I hadn't done since I'd left my house.

Once I'd done all that was needed to freshen up, I wore a tunic with rope around my waist for a pinch of immodesty, and a pair of golden sandals to match. At least, some ventilation around my treasure trove.

I wandered around the chateau for a while, trying to find places I hadn't been to yet. I found very little-only a set of unused servant rooms. Adonis was out for the day, said he needed to take his fiancé out, so that meant I was alone with Jamal. It made me shudder. 

What if we-

No. Never again. I thought we did it because we shared something, but I guess I was his quick release.

I decided to retreat to my room once more- a good novel and a cup of tea awaited my presence, and I wouldn't want to be late. Unfortunately, I nearly jumped out of my own skin once I saw Adonis' snow-white face and set expression of distaste.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your 'fiancé'?" I asked, sarcastically, looking him up and down slowly. He was dressed as if he'd just gotten out of bed. Like he never even left.

I always internally asked myself where on Earth I'd gotten the balls to speak to a ruler, a ruler, in such a manner. But, I shook myself and realized I was supposed to be ruling by his side. So spiritually, I had the right to do whatever I wanted.

"I'm sure my P.A informed you about our meeting later on?"

"What if he did?" I knew I was pushing it, but the vigorous way Jamal refused to let me meet up with this guy made me curious.

Without warning he pushed me against the wall swiftly, his hand slowly advancing to my neck and wrapping around it slightly tight- squeezing it so I couldn't speak but I could still breathe.

His free hand was exploring my body, his expression still neutral.

"I know what you did yesterday, Kyra," With his hand still on my neck, he continued to explore, stylishly reaching the band of my cheeky knickers.

I let out a small gasp as two of his snake-hipped fingers slid themselves in, moving ever so slowly.

"Tell me right here and right now, was that fair?"

I was unable to speak, with him choking me and rubbing on me at the same time.

He slapped one of my ass cheeks before yelling at me again, repeating his question.

"I'm your mate for fucks sake, Kyra. You went along to fuck my P.A? Really?" He started to increase his pace. I wanted to slap him but I couldn't. Knowing he could hear majority of my conscious thoughts, I just let it all out.

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All of a sudden, I heard a groan. It was faint, as if the person was trying not to be heard, but it was too late. I'd already had my bones shaken as I screamed unintentionally.

Covering myself with his covers, I nodded in shame as Adonis politely made sure I was alright and asked what happened.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kyra?" This had to be one of the most angry behavior Jamal had ever shown to me. But that didn't stop the emotions that came flooding in and the adrenaline that pumped through my veins.

"What's it to you?" He was clearly unprepared for my question.

I got out of my position on the bed, dropping the covers onto the floor and approached him, narrowing down my height and made sure he got it all.

"You fuck me, leave me alone, and come back once I decide to fuck someone else? Is that really how it is?"

He slowly pushed my hand away.

"Kyra, I warned you not to come here. Yet, you did. Whatever happens from here on, don't hate on me, yeah?"

Shocked by the stupid answer he gave me, I silently started to get dressed.

"I need an explanation. Right now."