Page 109 of Swallow Your Sorries

“I still don’t understand why it’s so special.”

“I told you I didn’t want you dead. But I still want to feed off of you in every way imaginable because you’re the only connection I still have to that night. You’re going to tell me everything you remember, then you’re going to give me everything you have.”

“Once I do, will the war end? Or just the interlude?”

“That depends on how satiated I am by the end.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard.

“Feed me well and it doesn’t have to be so hard,” I say, stepping forward each time she steps back. Eventually, there’s nowhere to go and her ass bumps into the table. I cage in her hips, grabbing onto the sharp edge. “All you have to do is be good for me. Follow my rules and take it. You’re built to take it. Once you do, I’ll give you your little interlude. Don’t worry, we’ll start off slow.”

“I have rules too.”

I eye the top button on her pinkish-brownish button-down that was once white. “As you should. But mine first. We’ve already discussed rule one. No one-on-one appointments with any male.”

“Including you?”

I ignore her staring at her covered tit right where I know the burn is. “Rule two,don’t hide anything anyone does to you from me again.What else have they done besides the burn?”

“Shouldn’t you already know because you ordered it? Or are you losing control of your servants already?” She cocks her head, her red hair tumbling across her shoulders.

I can’t wait to wrap it around my wrist.

“Maybe one,” I admit, thinking of the little bitch I’d sort out later.

“You’re borderline delusional if you think I’d come crying to the very person who ordered the hit on me.”

“But that’s just it. If we’re in an interlude, I won’t be ordering any hits. If anyone hasn’t gotten the memo, I need to know. Now tell me, did they touch you anywhere else?”

She snorts. “I don’t need a tormentor and saviour combo. I can handle any stray- Hey!”

Buttons go flying everywhere as I rip open her shirt.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She slaps my hand away with a sting that sends a jolt straight to my cock again.

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll check for myself. Every single day. Every single inch of you.”

Her cheeks burn red hot, but then her eyes fall to my lips, tracing them.

“Only I get to mark you. Around your throat. On your nipples. In that sweet little pussy.”

“But checking me won’t be necessary. If we’re in an interlude, you have to call your dogs off and your word is sovereign, isn’t it?”

“I’ll send out a royal decree to Beaussip.”

“NO!”

I arch a brow.

“Run it through the grapevine. No announcements.”

“Why?”

“It’s my number one rule. Just let things settle down naturally. Making an announcement would only draw more attention to me again. For now, I just want to lie under the radar without a Beaussip blast. Let’s keep it between us.”

Between us,I like the sound of that. Just her and I.

“If you don’t order any more attacks, no one should attack. Right?”

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