Page 22 of Her Royal Master
“No.”
Thank fuck.
“I miss the fantasy of a boyfriend.Never the reality.”
I stroked her ass, twisted the plug.“What’s your fantasy, Chelsea?”
“I thought we were taking turns with questions.”
Clever girl.
“All right.Your turn.Ask a question, baby.”
I thought she’d have a pile of questions ready to tumble out, but she was silent for a long moment.“Why didn’t you come out with the truth?About Madison?”
The million-dollar question.The one that sucker punched me in the throat.
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Chelsea
Darius removed his touch and paced away, leaving me unmoored on the bed.
I’d tried to pick a question he would answer, but when he went silent, I realized I’d chosen poorly.
But, to my surprise, he spoke.“The queen didn’t want my fetish made public.She knows Kaspar’s followed in my wicked ways, and she thinks he’d be a laughing stock.”
I digested that.The Queen of Halsburg would rather people believed Darius had abused his girlfriend than have it known he had a kink?It seemed misguided, at best.
“I wasn’t willing to take Madison down, either.Samson wanted to play dirty and go after her with every gun blazing, but I… couldn’t.”
“Did you love her?”
“Your question is over,” he said softly, returning to my side.
I didn’t move, waiting for his interrogation.
“I was fond of her, but it wasn’t love.”He stood directly over me, but didn’t touch.“I still have sympathy for her.She was a single mom and she probably believed herself in love with me—I don’t know.I broke things off, and she took her revenge.What she did was wrong, but we’d shared something.I don’t take a woman’s submission lightly.”Now, finally, his palm returned to my skin, stroking down my back and over the curve of my buttocks.“It may not seem that way to you, but I don’t.”
I lifted my bottom into his hand.
“I don’t take your surrender for granted, American beauty.It’s a gift of trust.You give a piece of yourself to me every time you yield.Just like you give a piece of yourself to me with every truth you tell.”
Guilt over my refusal to share my personal details twisted in my gut.
He let his words hang between us, doing their sickening work.
He was comparing me to her, I knew it.I was another woman who was going to use his fame and fortune for her personal gain.I didn’t plan to destroy his name, but he didn’t know that.
“I’m not like her.”I forced the words out.
When Darius didn’t comment, I knew he didn’t agree.
Anger flared.Not at him, but at her.At Madison James, who had done him a terrible turn.I was going to vindicate him.I would find that woman and reveal the real story, show him for the gentleman he was.He’d been protecting that bitch all this time, not wanting to damage her.
Well, I had no such compunction.
“How many sexual partners have you had?”His next query took me by surprise.
