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Somehow, the two of them had uncovered the exact nature of my magic, and that, combined with Izidora attacking me with her empath magic, had swayed the other monarchs to betray our cause.
Snakes, every last one of them.
I had fucking hated King Zalan for this very reason – all the political bullshit, backroom deals, and self-interested maneuvering he’d done with the other realms, especially within his own. There was no redeeming the other realms, and I didn’t need shit from them to win this war. I would do it all on my own and prove to them they shouldn’t have broken our alliance.
Backstabbing bastards.
“Did she tell you she tortured me?” I growled, the memory of the whips stinging my back still just as fresh as the day it had happened.
“Who tortured you?” Queen Viktoria questioned, the disbelief in her tone only serving to piss me off more.
“Izidora. She’s an empath, you know. Her magic is just as deadly as mine,” I pointed out.
“Her magic is only deadly if she uses it for the wrong reasons, and from what I know of her, she would never willingly harm someone unless her life was in peril,” Queen Immonen rebuked, finally recovering from her vision. The glare she offered me was lethal, like she wanted me to freeze to death on the spot, and I was certain if no one was around, she might have done just that.
Shooting to my feet, I towered over the seated monarchs, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly. “So that’s it then? You’re choosingthemover me?”
“We never said that,” King Consort Geza placated, raising his hands in the air as if he were trying to calm a wild beast. “Only that we would not fight with the Night Realm against the Iron Realm.”
“Fine. Then I guess we are finished here.” Without waiting for a response, I stomped through the room, throwing the door open with a bang, and stalked down the hall until I found myself in the stables, with a wide-eyed stablehand rushing to fetch Fek.
All I saw was red as anger and malice battled for control within me, and without even acknowledging the stablehand, I snatched Fek’s reins and spurred him on. We flew down the path leading into Radence, and I didn’t stop until we reached Taya’s house. Flinging the reins over the hook outside, I banged on the door until the female appeared.
“Kazimir–” she started, but I shoved the door open and captured her in my arms, kissing her roughly as I backed her to the bed.
I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, biting hard enough to bruise, and she whimpered, her nails digging into my back and raking down, bidding me to give her more. Without warning, Ibroke our kiss and shoved her backward, splaying her out for me. All she wore was a silver dressing robe, and I ripped it open, bracing my hands on either side of her as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She cried out, arching into me, and I used my teeth to rake across her nipple before moving on to the other one.
Her hands grasped at my tunic, and I broke away momentarily to rip off my jacket and tear my tunic over my head. Pushing her flat against the bed with one hand, I used the other to cup her center. “So fucking wet already, Taya. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you hard. Can you handle that?”
She whimpered as I stroked her folds. “Yes. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
Slapping her core, I said, “Good girl. Grab the headboard.”
Without hesitation, she slipped out of the arms of her robe and turned to her knees, both hands gripping the metal posts propping up the back of the bed. She remained there as I unlaced my pants and heeled out of my boots. The mattress dipped as I put my weight on it, and I wasted no time lining my hardness with her swollen center. The dried cum stains from our fucking the night before remained on the inside of her thigh.
“You didn’t wash me off.”
“Never,” she moaned as I swiped the head of my cock up and down her slit.
With my free hand, I slapped her ass, hard, leaving behind a red handprint that would surely bruise. Something between a yelp and a moan left her lips. “Again,” she begged.
I repeated the motion on her other cheek, leaving matching handprints for her to remember me each time she sat.
“Keep going,” she begged, and I spanked her five times in quick succession, each strike harder than the last. The wetness that poured out of her core dripped onto my cock, mixing with the moisture beaded there.
“Beg me to fuck you,” I commanded, and her pussy clenched in response.
“Please, please fuck me, My King,” she whined.
“Why?” I asked, giving her center a few lazy strokes with my fingers.
“Because you’re my king, my hero, my savior, and I want you to make me come.”
I couldn’t deny that.
Without warning, I speared into her from behind, seating myself fully without giving her time to adjust. She cried out, knuckles whitening as she gripped the poles for support. The pounding I gave her was relentless, violent, and shook the whole bed. If it weren’t for her grip, we probably would have broken the wall.
I punctuated my thrusts with slaps to her ass, letting the force of my strikes satiate the sting of betrayal from my alliance falling apart and Izidora being the cause of it. My nails dug into Taya’s hips as I gripped her harder, yanking her down on my cock as I thrust it into her, imagining I was doling out the punishment to Izidora instead.
