Page 69 of Her Dark Promise

He turned around, too stunned to speak as I pushed him hard against the wooden wall, hard enough to make the walls rattle. He made a small noise at the movement, and something ignited within me: a feeling of heat pooling near a part of myself that I had denied. A feeling that had me laying in bed wide awake because there was an ache within me that wouldn’t go away.

I wasn’t ignorant about sex, but I had been raised to believe that you only had such relations when you were married and only to have children. It was not something to be enjoyed.

I didn’t know what I was doing but allowed my body to take over. I ran my hands through his hair and watched as his mouth fell open.

“Your majesty—” I brought my lips to his as I always had, and I hesitantly rifled with the shirt tucked into his trousers, pulling at it haphazardly.

He smiled against my mouth and aided me in freeing his tucked shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the ground, never taking his eyes off mine.

I looked around him and found a back room that housed the hay. I pushed on his chest until we were inside and kicked thedoor closed. His chest was heaving as he realized exactly what I wanted from him when I started to pull at the strings of my corset, attempting to get out of the contraption that is women’s fashion. It always felt like a walking prison. I despised it.

I saw him coming over to help me, but I needed him and I couldn’t wait another moment. I walked to the table with different shaped tools laid upon it, and used one to cut the laces of my gown, nearly cutting my skin in an attempt to pry the abominable attire off.

I stood completely nude in front of him and had never felt more free; the way Alexei stared at me with his lips parted, eyes hungry, made me want to convulse right there.

“Take them off,” I commanded.

He nodded and nearly tripped over his feet, ripping his trousers off of him. When his appendage sprang free, I knew exactly what would help that ache inside of me.

But I felt a wave of anxiety. I was never taught how to be intimate with a male, and while I knew what body parts went where I was completely out of my element, and I hated it.

He could tell that something was a little off and hesitantly ran his hands up my body.

“You are so beautiful, your majesty.” Sweet words that I was sure would make anyone swoon, but I didn’t need him to be sweet. I didn’t want him to shower me with kisses.

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me scream and make me feel something other than pity and self-loathing. I wanted him to ruin me and see the look on my father’s face when he learned of my indiscretions. I wanted to hurt him just as badly as he had hurt me.

“Stop talking.” I swallowed as I grabbed him and copied what I had just seen him do to himself which seemed to make his once smaller cock grow at least a few inches. And judging by his shudder, he seemed to enjoy me touching him like this.

Then it all happened so quickly. He lifted me onto a table and rammed into me without warning. The pain was blinding and my head felt dizzy. Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t know it was supposed to be painful—why didn’t they warn girls about that part?

Instinctively, when the pain became overwhelming, I bit into his shoulder, which seemed to get a reaction out of him because he pounded even harder into me. The pain subsided and was soon replaced with an intense feeling that had my inner walls gripping him, begging his cock to stay inside of me. Our moans filled the room. He tried to stare into my eyes, but I didn’t want that so I pressed his head down, forcing him to suck on a nipple. That seemed to be my undoing because I screamed at an intense rush running through me—legs shaking as I felt something wet escape me.

My cheeks reddened as I thought about what that could have been, when I felt him jerk and then something filling me inside. He stilled, our breathing intermixed.

He kissed my shoulder before he pulled his head back. “You are incredible.”

I scrunched my nose, not knowing how to respond. Shocked that I had actually gone through with something that I had wanted for a change. I knew I had ruined myself and I couldn’t have been happier. And I wanted to do it again.

I pushed him off of me, grabbed his dark cloak from the floor, and wrapped it around my shoulders in an attempt to be inconspicuous.

As I walked out of the room, I said, “Same time tomorrow.”

I smiled to myself as I walked back to the castle.

Chapter thirteen

Now

Iused my shadows to form into a makeshift cock.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded, guiding it to Callum’s mouth.

He was on his hands and knees, hard and naked, begging for me to fuck him. After what happened with Bastian and the nightmare last night, I needed a brief respite from my bleak reality.

I found Callum in his study. A room on the lower floor that wasn’t used for anything from what I could remember. He had his nose in a book in another language. He loved learning, having come from a poor family that didn’t have the resources that I did. As outdated as those resources they were.

Callum was too happy to oblige and licked my pussy, getting it nice and wet for him.

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