Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Of course,” she tells him with a smile that lights up her face, but her expression is fake. I’ve seen Grecia smile, and this is nothing like the genuine one.
She follows him through a darkened doorway. I’m about to follow, but I notice two goons standing guard at the entrance, barring my way. I know I can’t start a fight here. I’m outnumbered, and I doubt Grecia’s going to be able to help me fend off these assholes. There’s nothing I can do but wait and hope Heinrich can be trusted.
With every second that inches past, I become more frustrated and concerned. My focus is solely on the doorway Grecia walked through, so I don’t notice the blonde who sidles up to me.
“It’s a shame you’re not with my daughter,” Rukaiya’s mother tells me.
She looks just like her daughter. Or is it the other way around? I’m not sure, but they’re the spitting image of each other.
“And why is that? You want me to fuck my cousin?” My tone is incredulous.
I’m frustrated, and I’m angry. My blood is boiling, and I need a fucking smoke.
“I didn’t think about it like that,” she says before lowering her head and allowing her long blonde hair to fall across her face.
She seems concerned about her daughter, but I’m not fucking buying it. This could all be an act.
Just then, the chant gets louder, and I turn to find Grecia walking back into the room, dressed in a short black dress that hugs every fucking curve of her body. Her hips are wider than her waist, which gives her a cock-hardening hourglass figure. Her ass and legs have my dick jolting in response as I take her in.
She’s wearing a pair of black flats, but even so, her legs look endless. Her long brown hair hangs loose down her back, and her tits are pretty much spilling out of the dress. I have to bite my tongue to remind myself she’s off limits. I’m meant to keep her safe, not ogle her like a fucking horny teenager.
But fuck.
She could make a pious man sin.
Grecia settles in a chair that one of Heinrich’s bodyguards has set out for her. Then the other guard enters with a cello. I’ve never known her to be musical, or creative in any way for that matter, so this is a surprise.
It’s then I realize I don’t know much about her. I’ve never made the effort to learn about who she is. I watch as she gets comfortable. Her legs are spread open with the large instrument between her thighs—just where I’d like to be. The wayward thought comes to me suddenly, but I shake it off and refocus on her.
She starts to play. Slowly the melody builds, and I recognize the song as ‘End of All Days’ by Thirty Seconds to Mars. No one moves. No one speaks. I can tell they’re all in awe of her beauty, of the way her body moves as she gets lost in the music. Her hands and fingers capture my attention, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
I’m no longer looking for danger. I’m not even concerned about where Heinrich is. All I see is her. She closes her eyes, her mouth forming silent words as she sings along to the tune, and I find myself doing the same.
Her lips hypnotize me with their movements, her body captures my attention with its gentle sway, and her hands keep me entranced as they fly over the strings.
She’s nothing short of poetic.
When the song comes to an end, she opens her eyes, and they land on me immediately. Those hazel orbs are filled with more than just affection; they’re filled with a desire so hot it scorches me as I stand there, hidden from the view of everyone else.
I allow the corner of my mouth to tilt into a small grin and give her a quick nod of encouragement.
Good girl.
The applause that fills the room tells me she’s done well. The men are all smiling, and Heinrich is completely enamored with her as he takes her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles, thanking her for the performance. It’s a small gesture that has my blood boiling. I don’t want him near her, but if I’m being honest, I don’t want anyone near her.
“You were spectacular,” Heinrich tells Grecia as he leads her toward me. “Your girl is perfection, Tarian. You have great taste in women.”
His eyes sparkle with intent. He’s testing me to see if I deny she’s mine.
“Thank you, she is wonderful,” I answer with a smile and shake his hand.
I can feel Grecia’s burning gaze on me the whole time.
“I hope you didn’t expect the worst of me and my fellow members here. My faction of the Sovereign is nothing like the others. I enjoy the entertainment of a beautiful woman, but since she’s yours, I’d never ask for anything more from her than to play me a song or two.”