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Chapter 39

Abigail and I manage to escape the castle to the greenhouses, using Dakari as a distraction. One of the cooks said that Victor needed help so we thought we would go offer a helping hand. We spend most of the morning hanging herbs to dry out. Victor is busy compounding ingredients and bottling them to stock the pharmacy.

I am just getting ready to pull down some dried herbs using the step ladder when I feel hands move over my hips and under my shirt. Looking down, I see Matitus standing behind me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Are you hiding from us little one,” he says.

“No, just helping Victor,” I tell him, grabbing down the bundle of dried plants and dropping them in the basket on the bench.

“Victor said he doesn’t need you anymore,” Matitus says, his hands sliding up higher brushing my stomach. I look over my shoulder and Victor gives me a nod and I go to step down off the ladder only for Matitus to pull me against him and scooping my legs out from under me.

“Put me down!” I snarl.

“Not a chance,” he says, turning on his heels and carrying me from the greenhouse.

“People are staring Matitus,” I argue but he ignores me instead spinning me in his arms to face him and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Where are you taking me?” I groan, just as I see Dakari walk out of the castle heading toward the greenhouses where Abigail was left behind.

“Abbie out there still?”

“Yes, third greenhouse,” I tell him, and he rushes off to find her.

“Can you put me down please?” I ask again when I see the castle doors getting closer. Matitus doesn’t put me down, instead opening the door and walking into the library, using his foot to kick the door closed behind him.

“What are you” I don’t get to finish when his lips are suddenly on mine, and I find myself on top of the new desk which is still covered in plastic. “Matitus!” I screech, when his lips leave mine, going to my neck. “Matitus someone will walk in!” Geez what has got into him? I wonder, as he ignores me peeling my coat off and pushing my pants down. His lips go to my mark as he sucks on it while undressing me until I was only left in my bra the rest of me completely bare.

Matitus suddenly drops to his knees in front of the desk. I try to hop up, to escape, his hand pushes me back down. His breath fans over my core as he pulls me to the edge of the desk, pushing my legs further apart. His tongue flicks out, licking my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth.

“Still want me to stop, little one?” he asks as I grip his hair.

I grind my hips against his face. He chuckles, continuing.

After a few minutes, I no longer care if anyone walks in. All I can think about is where his face is and the feeling building inside me.

My stomach tightens as he shoves his fingers inside me. I hiss at the burning pain. I am still sore, very sore. The pain is forgotten as he speeds up. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My grip on his hair tightens as I move my hips against his hot mouth, crashing over, my walls fluttering around his fingers as I ride out my orgasm. Breathless, my heart races.

Matitus stands, undoing his belt, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. He leans over the desk, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue as our tongues collide.

He suddenly pulls me toward him, letting me stand, only to spin me around and bend me over the desk. His hands go to my hips, pulling me toward him, positioning himself at my entrance.

He slides in effortlessly, the moisture from my orgasm making it easy.

He buries his cock in me, pulling out, slamming back in. My hips hit the edge of the desk painfully as he pounds into me.

The door clicks. I try to stand.

Matitus’s hand goes to my shoulder, shoving me back down.

“It’s only Dragus,” he says.

Fingertips slide under my chin, pulling my face up. Dragus stands beside the desk, his face inches from mine. He kisses me, his tongue hungrily devouring every inch of my mouth.

Matitus’s movements become jerky, his thrusts harder, making me gasp. He stills, slaps my ass, pulling my head back by my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand, his lips below my ear.

“Dragus’ turn now,” he says, kissing my cheek. He pulls out of me.

Dragus undoes his belt, using it to tie my hands to the front of the drawer handles. I stretch to relieve the pressure on my shoulders as he walks around the desk. His hands trail across my back, making me shiver.