I snort. “That’s old news.”
“A woman who can cast spells like a mage.”
Like my sister. Kyra is stealing our weapons!
I growl and thump my fist down on the table.
“All in good time, my nephew,” Lithael says, his tone soothing but his words a threat. I rein in my temper, cross my arms over my chest, and smother my growl.
Servants filter in, carrying trays and jugs. They spot Jada and soon have a third setting laid at the long ornate table. The conversation pauses while they’re in the room, and the whole time Jada bats her eyelashes at my uncle. Oh, she’s discreet, but I’ve watched her do it for years now. Every angle of her is seductive, her body language designed to incite lust. From the way her gaze trails down his chest and sits just a little too long on his crotch, to the way she bites her lip, then with fake coyness tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
The servants exit and Lithael finally asks, “Anything else?”
Jada shrugs, like the rest of it is of no consequence. “Only that, as a contingency, the Elorsins are expecting me at the White Castle on their arrival with a Release Seal so their whore doesn’t have to begin the trials, or training, or be sealed, or something like that.”
“Perfect, we’ll have a secondary ambush drawn up. You can help us choose somewhere the Elorsins would trust, or at least not suspect, then we will lure the survivors there and finish the job.”
Jada looks impressed with herself, like a puppy certain it’s earned a reward. My heart picks up speed, knowing what’s coming next. She should know, but she never learns.
She steps in close to my uncle, her arms about to snake around his waist, but he grabs her by the hair and forces her swiftly onto her knees at my feet.
“Relieve my heir. I want to finish my dinner,” he declares, letting her go and settling himself at the head of the table.
I sneer, my lips curled up in an excited smile. Perfect.
For half a second, she looks at me with disgust, but in the space of a blink that turns to fear. Even better.
I sit on the edge of the dining table and pick up the serrated steak knife from what is supposed to be her setting. My knees widen, and with my other hand I crook one finger to summon her forward. Uncle laughs, leaning back in his chair to enjoy the show. Jada sighs, rolling her shoulders like this is no big deal, but I can see the tremble in the way she moves. She’s too pretty for me, far too sophisticated for a man who can’t even be bothered to brush his hair and enjoys once a week showers when not ordered to clean up in my uncle’s presence. I like who I am, and I’m not about to change that for anyone short of the Crown.
She settles between my knees, popping each button open and curling her delicate fingers around my dick.
I tap the table with the tip of the knife. “You know what I want.”
She cringes, tries to hide it, then fails as she stretches her arm toward the table. Pressing her palm on the surface and splaying her fingers wide.
I jam the knife straight through the middle of her hand. Feeling the slip of flesh, the momentary resistance of a small bone, then the solid timber underneath. She screams, the sound at once delicious and dark. It's impossible not to stroke my dick while she struggles to control herself. Deep laughter fills the room from my watching uncle.
But the air hisses through Jada’s teeth, and she manages to get herself under control quicker than last time – releasing a pang of disappointment that makes me grab her hair and force her face into my lap.
She obeys. She will always obey.
She wants the throne beside Lithael, and he’s promised it to her once the Elorsins are removed. So there is nothing that can’t be demanded, nothing that won’t be done.
Her lips slide over my dick, quivering with fear that shoots pleasure down the inside of my legs and all the way to the tips of my toes. I moan, forcing her head deeper, deeper, until she gargles and heaves. But there’s no fight, no resistance. She’d fuck a grimm if Lithael ordered it. Probably has.
I add that to a note somewhere in the back of my mind, Watch Jada fuck a monster from the Veil.
Then let go of her head and enjoy the way she gasps. Obediently, her tongue runs over my tip and starts sucking. Her hand working at the base and a whimper humming over her vocals. My grip on the knife handle relaxes, and I dip one finger into the blood flowing from the back of her hand.
Yes, this is how life should be.
This is how the whole world will bow to me.
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