Five

It is there, that I touch my index finger in the corner of my lips and notice that the attack of the King, also ended up slightly cutting my skin.

— You didn’t hear when I told you to come up? He sees the blood, but he stands without pity.

I stare at him wondering a thousand ways to get revenge, only hurt too much, I run upstairs to my room.

We usually call "forgiveness" love, but often this word of so unequaled weight, is just a cover for the "fear" we have of not knowing what will happen tomorrow. Sometimes we confuse the presence of this feeling, with respect, admiration and others even with the anguish of having to start over from scratch. Get out of the "routine" zone. We are so naive to ourselves, that we are able to live a lifetime under a cloak, rather than risk for what we deserve and need to live. But the truth is, no matter how much love you give to others, no matter how hard you try to make things work, because if you don’t love yourself in the first place, nothing will ever work.

In the middle of the night I can’t sit still on the bed next to that disgusting man. I sat down, breathed and with my heart filled with worry fearing what might have happened to Piter, I stood up slowly covering myself with a robe of rose silk. Tiptoed as a thief, I leave the room looking for the same kind lady who helped me find the bar that day. It doesn’t take long and I meet her in the kitchen, where she opens a gentle smile the minute she sees me.

—Majesty! -revered me, smiling.

— Please, we’ve talked about this...

At the first meeting that Thomas prepared introducing me to all the staff, the only thing I asked was that they were not formal with me. My husband did not like the idea and some workers still make the mistake of reverence me, and keep calling me for the title. And it is common for this to happen, especially by the laws of the country, which require this kind of "obedience" and "veneration", but I have always hated those who think themselves superior to others and it is not my crown that will change this.

— Sorry! -she remembers. -Wants me to prepare something for you -

— "You"! -interrupt her by correcting her speech.

— That! She laughs. -You want me to prepare something for you?

— Thank you Greta, but actually, I really need to talk to Piter! -explain. -Do you mind taking me to him?

"Woman, you’ve lost sight of danger, have you?"

— Of course not! -replied intimately. -Do you want me to watch the stairs too? -asked. -I can lose the King if he wakes up...

"God...what a shame!"

— It’s... -don’t know what to say. -I know that this is wrong and that -

—Mila! -she locks me finally by name. -You don’t need to give me excuses. I’m here long enough to understand that few women would stand what you’re going through.

"People, God heard my prayers, an angel was sent to me!"

— Do you know the fireplace room? -asked.

"Do you have that?"

I make a face like I barely know where the garage is.

— Go down the corridor to the right of the lobby and when you pass the fireplace room, your left will have a small staircase to the basement. It is not as beautiful as here above, so I warn you that you may be bothered by spiders and dust -

— Wait...do you sleep in a basement?

The image of a dungeon with mice, mold and bats, invades my mind influencing even more my anger for the King.

— No, calm down! -she understands my insinuation. -I just meant that you might feel uncomfortable down there.

"I only see it to believe it!"

— Okay! -understand the way. -I’ll be back soon!

I follow her instructions and walk through the palace as I walked with my sisters in the museums.

"Why must palaces have so many rooms?"

I go down the basement staircase finding another corridor with several rooms. They had no spiders, no bats. It was a long corridor that unlike the others there was a wall at the end, indicating the end. Several doors on both sides, lighting chandeliers and a cheap paint on the wall.

One point less for the various injustices that Thomas commits.

—Piter? -see him lying by the corner of the door ajar.

—MAJESTY! -impressed, he gets up from the bed and goes to the door inviting me in.

"Damn it, he’s just samba song!"

— Something happened? -asked still surprised by my presence.

—N-no... -reply completely lost in the curves of your abdomen.

— Sorry, no superior ever came down here! -he notices my focus and hurries grabbing his shirt over the mattress.

— I needed to know if Thomas had done something with you, but I’m glad to know you’re okay! -say in a hurry trying to pull my sights back to reality.

"How wicked of you..."

— Thomas is rubbish! -said with disgust. -And nothing he did to me compares to the anger I felt when he touched you!

"People from the sky!"

— O-what? -my lips fall apart, bewitched by the twinge my heart takes when he says those sweet words.

— I went crazy when I saw him coming at you...

He’s getting close enough to get me excited just with his voice dragged.

"Why isn’t he avoiding me now?"

— The blood on his lips... -unexpectedly, he grabs my face with his two hands and uses his fingers to slide into the cut that was in my ambitious mouth.

His touch makes my eyes close and my whole body light up. The butterflies in my stomach begin to drown in my crazy urge to kiss him. His fingers in contact with my lips, leave me in the desire to suck them with my tongue and intertwine them until he is filled with agony, lusting to use my mouth to satisfy him in different ways.

— Sorry! -your hand moves away from my skin and inevitably a sigh escapes from my inside.

"Does this kid suffer from bipolarity?"

—V-you make many excuses... -stutter recovering.

He opens a shy smile as one who perfectly understands what is happening and perhaps unintentionally, his dimple shows off taking my stubborn and immature views.

— Yes... -I am speechless. -See you tomorrow, then! -turn with my intimacy on fire, screaming, begging for that man.

Only before he gets to the door, he grabs my wrist and pulls my entire structure against his body. I shock into his chest with frightened eyes and he circles my waist tightly, leaving his hands on my back.

— O-what are you doing? -stutter in a whisper.

— Are you sure you want to leave?

—N-no, I don’t want... -replied looking at her wet lips.

He opens a sly smile, the same smile he loves to expose to seduce me and surprises me by invading my mouth with his sweet tongue.

"Why does the forbidden have to be so tempting?"

Our timing is perfect, but for some reason I can only think about how wrong and dangerous it is.

He gets hungrier and seeks my wrists holding them at the bottom of my back. There imprisoning my arms, he uses one of his hands to squeeze my butt while kisses and small bites play with my neck, creating an extreme pulse between my legs.

— I dreamed so much about his taste... -he groans in my ear.

— I too... -speak against your lips.

Quick, he drops my arms and lifts me up putting his strong boy fists under the curves of my butt. The ease with which he lifts me and the way his hands grab my skin, let show all his agony. He puts me sitting at the desk fitting warmly between my legs and our sexes press each other with the little clothes we wore. His muscles run behind my spine as I delight him with my mouth, but soon he grabs my hair pulling my head back.

I struggle to imagine what he will do next, but at the same second I am surprised by a shock that goes through my body, where my eyes curl when his wet mouth comes willingly on my breasts.

—C-continues... -groan as he nibbles my stiff beaks, which were bulky underneath the thin pajamas.

— Fuck, I really need to get into you... -said advancing with your fingers in the middle of my thighs.

"Oh, my, my..."

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