Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I pulled back, stroking her cheek and tucking a stray strand of her hair behind the shell of her ear.
"I'm only going to ask one more time," I warned her. "Then I'm going to decide for you. Have you had enough, princess?"
She nodded, letting out something between a hiccup and a sob as she looked at me, desperation in her eyes.
"I need your words, Violet," I reminded her. "And address me properly, the way you should."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "I've h-had enough. Please, n-no more."
"Okay," I whispered, pressing a kiss against her forehead and straightening up.
She hugged my legs, little helpless whimpers wracking her body as she held on to me, like I was her lifeline.
"I think we've all had enough excitement for one night, folks," I told the gathered men.
Groans and disappointed sighs filled the room, but when I raised my hand in the air, they all shut up.
"You were lucky to be able to see this tonight," I reminded them. "So be fucking grateful and get the hell out of my house."
They seemed momentarily stunned, so I roared again, "And I mean now."
My tone made it clear I wasn’t messing around, and luckily for them, the men heeded the warning in my voice. Everyone gathered their bearings while I turned my attention back to Violet, gathering her in my arms as if she weighed nothing at all. I felt everyone's prying gazes on my princess as I carried her out of the room, and she hid her face in the crook of my arm, unwilling to return the others' attention.
I didn't say a word, just climbed the stars with my girl in my arms until I reached her bedroom. I took her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stripping off my shirt and pants, I got in next to her.
Violet's shivering naked body was covered in goosebumps, but once I got some warm water running over her skin, she relaxed visibly, clinging on to me for dear life.
Patiently, I washed away every trace of the evening, rubbing every inch of her skin. I was especially gentle with her pussy, my fingers just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin there and yet still making her gasp.
I washed her hair too, slathering it with shampoo and washing it out carefully to make sure all the suds were gone.
Once she was cleaned up, I wrapped her up in a thick fluffy robe and carried her to the bed. I set her shivering body down, pulling back the bedsheets. She climbed under them and pulled them up to her chin. Her eyes were heavy, and she was visibly tired.
Pressing another kiss against her cheek, I was ready to go when I felt her tug on my hand.
"Don't go," she whispered, her voice breaking over the two simple words. "Please, Devlin."
I looked down at her. I could have punished her for not using the proper name for me, but I didn't have it in my heart. She'd been through enough for one night.
"You want me to sleep with you, princess?" I asked her softly, and she didn't hesitate for a second before nodding. "Okay."
I was still in my boxers soaked from the shower, and I stripped them off, leaving my still-hard cock exposed. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but she didn't seem to regret her decision as I climbed in the bed with her. She even nestled close to me, holding on to me as if I was going to slip away while she was sleeping.
Violet was asleep in seconds, but I lay awake for a long time, wondering just how much of an impact my little princess already had on me.
Nineteen
Violet
The next day
I woke up alone in Devlin’s bed. I remembered how I got there. I remembered what happened the night before. Thinking about what I was forced to do—and who I did it in front of—made my blood run cold against my skin. Even the warm blanket wasn’t enough to keep the chill at bay. I felt dirty—absolutely filthy. I needed a bath, even though Devlin had showered with me the night before. I crawled out of bed, found the fluffy robe from the night before, and slid it on before I ran down the hallway towards my room. Putting on clothes hardly seemed worth it when Devlin paraded me through the house without them at his whim, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the room without something wrapped around my naked body.
I can’t believe he did that to me—I can’t believe he forced me to engage in something that should have been so personal in front of other people. Not just any people—men I knew—men that did business with my father—even a guy that I went on a date with once…
I got to my room and immediately ran a bath. I didn’t care if Devlin could see me bathe, I just wanted to wash the filth away. I started scrubbing, and when that didn’t make the unclean feeling go away, I scrubbed harder. I scrubbed until parts of my skin were red and started to hurt. I wished I could block out the events of the previous evening—erased the leering eyes that watched me on my knees—attentive faces that seemed shocked when they heard me call Devlin Windsor my Master. I had disgraced the Cabot name—shamed my father—and I would never be able to forgive myself. That wasn’t what made it so hard to forgive myself though. What truly hurt—the part that made me feel like I was the vilest human being on earth—was that it turned me on.