Page 105 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“There you are.” My breath catches. Cassius is not alone.
Catreena stands in the center of the room, arms crossed over her red gown.
“I had some things to take care of.” His voice is devoid of its usual warmth.
“I bet you did. Drop that ugly disguise. I can’t stand to see you like that.” Catreena glares at Cassius.
Cassius’s hand snaps out, gripping her jaw and jerking her face upward. “I don’t like that tone.”
It’s difficult to stifle my gasp. I can’t believe he’s touching her like that. Catreena will call her guards and Cassius will be thrown in the dungeons. But as I watch, the golden tan hue drains from his skin until he’s as pale and milky as Catreena. The coppery brown of his hair vanishes, replaced by the same sunny blond as the woman staring up at him.
“I don’t enjoy you looking like someone else,” she grits out.
“How do you prefer me?”
“I prefer it when you look like me. Or have you grown tired of our matching faces?”
Cassius still hasn’t loosened his grip. “I’m just being smart. You don’t think people will suspect something is up if we start looking like twins again?”
Did she just say twin? No fucking way. My gaze flicks between the two and I wonder how I could have been so fucking clueless before. Their faces are nearly identical. Pale, sharp features and hair like sunshine. They’re related. Not only that.They’re twins?
“I don’t care what they think. Do as I say and stop wearing the disguise. I’m your queen.”
Cassius increases the pressure on her jaw until she cries out. “I think, since becoming Queen, you’ve forgotten who’s really in charge.”
“Don’t pull that goddamned power trip on me—” Catreena starts, but Cassius jerks her face higher.
“Uh uh uh. Instead of cursing like some peasant swine, let’s use that mouth for something better. If it weren’t for me, this plan never would have worked out in the first place.” His other hand presses down on her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. The new matching version of Cassius releases her face, using the free hand to unbutton his trousers. He’s hard, and the sight of it makes me sick. “Why don’t you show a little gratitude, instead of bitching to me about every little thing.”
“Gratitude?” She seethes.
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be sucking that king’s cock right now instead. Is that what you wanted? To be a broodmare to the elderly? I took care of it so that you wouldn’t have to sully those pretty lips on some old king’s balls. Now,open your mouth.”
I expect Catreena to shove away from him, to scream about how wrong that would be. How disgusting it is for a sibling to ask for something so lewd. Surely she’ll punch him right in the balls and run to get a guard. She can’t possibly give in to something so perverse.
My shock and confusion only grow as she opens her mouth and slides so far down Cassius’s shaft that her lips hit the patch of soft pale hair that decorates his pelvis.
No fucking way.
Wet, sloppy, lascivious sounds fill the hidden chamber as Catreena sucks Cassius’s cock with more energy and fervor than I’ve devoted to anything in my life.
What the hell am I witnessing?
I want to look away, but my eyes can’t stop tracking the motion of her head bobbing forward or his hands tightening in her bouncing golden curls.
There’s no way this is happening. This can’t be happening.
Cassius groans, his face contorting. With a speed and precision I can hardly track, he pulls free from her eager mouth, spins her around, and forces her down on all fours.
My sweet, caring prince looks more like an animal as he shoves her scarlet skirt up and sheathes himself inside her. They both moan, the sounds loud enough to tell me they’re not worried about being heard down here.
Memories of my intimate moments with Cassius in the cabin rise to the forefront of my thoughts. My nausea spikes. The sight of him rutting into her with such beastly intensity is too much.
I thought it was just his dark side. We all have that thing within us that craves the perverse from time to time. Now, I realize the Cassius I saw in the cabin, the one that fucked me until I cried with his fingers buried in my mouth, is the real Cassius. The kind, romantic prince was a façade. I should have seen him for who he truly was when he had me pinned beneath him on that dirty floor. He showed me his true colors. The mask was gone and I mistook it for a lapse in character. I played the part of a fool so well, I deserved to be fooled.
Their screams of pleasure grow louder, ringing through my head. He fucked me with the same cock he’s using to pummelinto his sister. And I let him. I came for him. My stomach lurches. I’m going to be sick.
My palm flies over my mouth. I’ve been here too long. I have to get out. The people need to know about this. Cassius said hetook careof the king. Is my father dead? Is Cassius responsible? I trusted him. I gave myself to him.
