Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
"Tell me your name," I plead, my voice trembling as I try to process the immensity of the situation. I've prayed for this man—for this moment—for so long, but I never let myself believe he'd truly come for me.
Yet here he is.
And he's staring at me as if he wants to consume me alive.
"Troy," he replies, his eyes still boring into me, impatient, demanding.
"Thalia," I whisper.
"Finish what you started, Thalia. Now."
Is it normal to like the way he growls at me? Am I supposed to love that he wants to watch me touch myself?
I don't know. In this moment, I don't care. The compulsion to give him what he wants is overwhelming, and I'm helpless to obey.
No one ever told me what happened when the curse was lifted. No one warned me it felt like this—like I was going to vibrate apart with need. But it feels precisely like that.
My fingers begin to move again, driven by the desire to please him, to show him that I accept our fates. To ease the ache growing bigger with every passing moment.
"Good girl," Troy praises, his gaze locked on my face as I press my fingers deeper and moan. His eyes burn with an intensity that frightens and excites me at the same time.
The connection between us is unlike anything I've ever experienced. There's an edge of darkness to it—something vast and dangerous. But I think I love it.
I thrust my fingers inside myself again, my gaze locked on his face as wet sounds fill the room.
"Good," he murmurs, watching me as if I'm the most delicious thing he's ever seen. No one ever looks at me like that. I'm a princess—forbidden. Something unattainable.
Troy doesn't seem to think so. He doesn't avert his gaze or treat me like I'm leagues above him, as if he's unworthy of even speaking to me. He looks at me as if he wants to flip me over and fuck me until I'm screaming.
Maybe I shouldn't love that, but I do.
How many times in my life have I wished to be seen? To be treated like a woman with needs and desires and hopes and dreams instead of a pretty little princess in a cage?
Too many to count.
I'm tired of being locked up in a castle, caged by a curse. I'm tired of being a pretty little princess. I want to be Thalia. I want to be…his.
My heart races as I pick up the pace, the friction of my fingers against my sensitive walls driving me closer and closer to the edge. A part of me—the obedient little princess—can't believe what I'm doing, but the larger part, the one consumed by desire, doesn't care about anything else.
That part just wants to come. Desperately.
"You look so fucking pretty riding your fingers for me, Thalia," he says.
His words send me hurtling toward the precipice.
As if sensing my impending climax, he slips his hand between my legs, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.
"Come, Thalia. Now."
The sudden contact pushes me over the edge. I shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I gasp for air, trying to regain some semblance of control over my trembling limbs.
He doesn't give me much time to recover. He drags my fingers from between my legs, never breaking eye contact as he licks them clean, groaning as he tastes me.
My core clenches, aftershocks ripping through me.
"Delicious," he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. "So fucking delicious."
I whimper, pressing my legs together.
Good lord, this man is wicked. So wicked.
I try to wrap my head around everything that's happened since I woke, but it's too much. All I can do is stare at him in awe.
He stares back for a long, silent moment. "What should I do with you now, sweet Thalia?"
"D-do with me?"
"You've trespassed into my home, made yourself comfortable in my bed." His eyes still burn with the same intensity that ignited my body just moments ago. "Came all over my sheets."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I didn't know anyone lived here. I'll leave immediately i-if that's what you want." Just saying the words sends a lump into my throat. I don't want to leave. I want to stay right here with him. It's where I'm supposed to be. It's where I'm safe. If he makes me leave, I don't know what will happen to me. The curse…well, true love is supposed to break the curse. If he won't even let me stay, can we really call it love?
"No," he says quickly, his grip on my wrist tightening ever so slightly. "This is my domain, and you'll pay the price for trespassing by giving me what I want."
My heart races at his words, my mind swirling with possibilities. Does he know who I am? Does he want my father's kingdom? Money? My soul?