My eyes rake up and down her body as if I can see through her clothing. My lips curled up into a feral smile, never indeed I've seen a woman who has the nerve to challenge me. Stalking towards her, her pulse was racing as I inches my face closer to...
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Draze
After I left her alone, I tried to calm myself. I had to get out of there or I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from claiming her. She was too far away from ready. Just looking at her from head to toe while I fought for control over my own desires was fucking so hard. It took me a minute to have my dick into submission.
I needed to see Sabrina, I have to make things clear for her. Remembering how she touched Feigh and made her bleed caused my sable irises to shift to crimson red with a murderous haze. If she presumed she could hurt her and get away with it! She was wrong.
I reached Sabrina's apartment and before I could knock, it was clear that she smelled my scent as she opened the door and smiled at me, she immediately cling onto my arms and purred, "Your Majesty, I've been waiting for you for days now. You haven't visited my bedchamber. I have missed you!" a needy whimper slipped through her lips.
"We need to talk, I have something to say," I hissed.
"Talk? I could comply with that. But, we could do anything better more than talk," she whispered to me.
I cringed. Her touch didn't excite me anymore. No! It has never excite me. Talking about excitement, I couldn't think properly while the image of Feigh rolled through my mind, arching her back and tilting her ass to my solid erection while she was wearing my clothes made my arousal bursting filled into the air. Fuck! She was too damn hot without her knowing.
Abruptly, I felt Sabrina's breast grasped onto my chest — and that brought me to present. As she rubbed with trying so hard, she giggled while her face inches away from me and whispered, "Come in, Your Highness!"
Fuck! She might be even thinking that I came here to fuck her.
I just nodded my head, hard.
We entered her suite, I rocked on my heels in the living room and settled myself down at the couch. She immediately rolled her body, she's wearing a tight dress that even a single bath towel could cover her up more than what she's wearing. She rallied her self and pulled down her dress, she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Her movement was fast, she trailed her fingers up my shirt before she could go further, in a blink of an eye, without even second to consider, I stood up and tossed her on the couch and snarled, "I came here to talk."
Her mouth turned into a confused frown, "What is the matter?" she placed her hands on my chest, her voice smoothing out with concern, "Is this about the woman Feigh? It's fine with me. I know you just pity her. After all, I am the only woman that understands you very well. I promise to serve you well tonight,"
"If I'm not mistaken, I have never declared you as my woman," I growled.
She reached the hem of my shirt flirtatiously and slowly pulled it over my head. I closed my eyes and tried to explain again, "Sabrina, I'm cutting off all the ties with you. This! This kind of ties that I mean. This is wrong!" She glared at me accusingly. Fuck the shit! How dare she look at me like that?
