Page 85 of Veiled Flames
Rosshall’s class has not yet started their sphincter training, and I remember how unyielding my ass was the day I first tried.
And in spite of my accusations, I don’t truly believe Saxon plowed this boy’s ass. Saxon is a zealot in his quest to find his special rider. He wouldn’t do anything to risk his position here.
My fingers search for Rosshall’s mounting flap. To gain better access, I release my hips’ pressure.
The boy spins, catching me off guard.
He ducks away, but I grab him.
Lifting him, I slam his back against the column, letting his legs dangle. His breath is once again stolen, but he glares at me, more with hatred than fear. Foolish boy. He’s going to pay for his misplaced bravery.
“You are right to fear me,” I say sharply, willing his fear to exist. “Don’t forget I am Prince Tynan of Khotor. You know of my family’s reputation.”
I glare at the boy, staring into his bewitching eyes, my heart racing out of control.
“But you’re not like your kin,” Rosshall says. He’s far calmer than he deserves to be. “You’re not cruel like they are.”
“Tell yourself that,” I reply. “You’re about to find out that you’re wrong. Very wrong.”
Rosshall’s legs bend. He kicks my thighs, hard, putting me off balance. But I capture him again, keeping his feet planted on the ground this time as I pin his shoulders against the column.
This runt is strong and fast, not to mention brave and cunning, but he’s no match for my superior size and strength.
I glare down at him, hoping to put the fear of Othrix inside him and to prove he’s misjudged my capacity for cruelty, but he defiantly meets my gaze.
“I know you aren’t cruel,” Rosshall says. “If you weretrulycruel, you wouldn’t be so sad or so scared.”
I suck in a sharp breath, like I’ve been punched in the gut, and I nearly lose my hold on him again. Does this runt have magic to see inside me?
“Scared?” I laugh. “I am never scared.” My laughter sounds false.
Every part of me is trembling from fear. I’ve been scared my whole life. Scared of my father and the beatings he gave me. Scared of my inadequacies. Scared that I’m a terrible person. Scared that I’m like my father and his father before him.
“It’s okay.” Rosshall’s small hand lands over my pounding heart. “I’ve witnessed the cruelty of your male kin. I’ve seen things they do to those weaker and with less power. You arenotlike your kin. The truth lies in your eyes.”
My breaths come fast and heavy under this boy’s hand. And my mind swirls, as I fight to deny what he’s said. How can he know me so well? How can he possibly see what’s housed in my heart? He sees things I didn’t even know were inside me until Saxon helped me unveil them at camp.
And then…
Then I finally seehim. Or rather—I finally seeher.
A sense of ease washes over me, as I stare into Princess Rosomon’s eyes. This runt isn’t a boy at all. It’s the Princess of Achotia. The girl who was meant to marry my grandfather. How could I have been so blind?
Given the grave insult she brought to my family, and the ones she delivered this night, I should snap her neck this very instant.
No. I should send her back to my grandfather. Let him do his worst. That would be a thousand times crueler than killing her tonight in this ballroom.
But I don’t want to do either. Not yet. Not before I bury my cock deep inside her. Realizing her identity has both explained and amplified my lust. One way or another, someone in my family will ruin this duplicitous bitch. If I punish her in this room, someone will hear her screams and stop me before I fuck her to death. Lucky for me she has a private bed chamber. Unlucky for her.
Chuckling, I release her and stride away. Stride as best I can, with an intensely stiff rod in my pants.
My cock needs relief. It won’t wait until Rosomon is alone in her room. If I can’t will it to deflate, I’ll head to my chambers to seek some short-term respite in my own hand. Fucking another wench would be a poor substitute for what my cock wants tonight. Plus, I don’t want to risk wasting an ounce of my anger on anyone but her.
Once everyone’s asleep, I’ll visit her room and show her just how cruel I can be. Yes. I’ll introduce myshould-have-beengrandmother to the kind of pain she truly deserves.
Thirty-Three
Rosomon
