Juliet

Radek closes the door and walks over, the old wooden floorboards whining under his feet. He’s commanding, irresistible. Tall, handsome, a warrior in leather with an incredible ivory face. I fidget from one foot to another, certain I must be a sick whacko to feel turned on under these circumstances.

“Madam Magda,” he addresses her without taking his eyes off of me, “I believe Lazarus shouldn’t be alone. Would you mind seeing to him?”

“Yes, good thinking,” Magda says. She nods at me, and heads to the door.

Now I’m alone in the attic room with this dark prince, looking up into his face, my eyes hopelessly drawn to those lips like dark red roses.

Jesus, in what way am I better than Victoria, craving him the way I do after having seen him swing battle axes at creatures in the tunnels, chopping their heads off?

“That you should tell her what to do in her own house,” I manage after Magda has quietly left the room.

Radek keeps staring at me indeed like a prince, as if he’s entitled to take from me what he wants. He walks slowly behind me, and starts working on my laces. By God, the feel of his fingertips brushing over my skin as he undoes them gives me pleasure goose bumps, which makes me ashamed of myself.

“Radek, this isn’t the time or place.” I try to walk away from him, but he holds me back with hands on my shoulders, his velvety skin on mine. He bends to speak in my ear, his breath touching the side of my neck.

“I’m merely preparing my future wife for a bath. Is that wrong?”

“What you’re doing to me, playing with my senses, that is wrong.”

He gives a quiet laugh that sounds like the purr of a feral that can attack any time. I can feel the danger he’s emanating.

“Tell me if I got this right, Juliet,” he says darkly as he brushes the lace dress off me. “After all this was over, after you healed me of the midnight monster, and my brother’s plan failed, making me more powerful than ever before, your next step was to leave me?”

I struggle to keep a clear head, fighting the arousal as his hand wraps around the front side of my throat, caressing it. Such a dangerous and tender gesture at the same time, one that proves once again the nature of our love isn’t entirely healthy.

“Radek, I’m afraid of what I feel for you,” I whisper the truth. As I speak, he guides me slowly to the small rustic bathroom with its cozy orange light, in front of the mirror.

“What do you feel for me?” He purrs.

“You know that.”

“I want to hear it from you, now.” We stop in front of the mirror above the basin, and my privy parts cream at the sight that hits me.

I’m naked to my black lace thong, my bare breasts glowing in the cozy light from the small bulb above the mirror. Radek in leather behind me, his hand on my throat like a caressing shackle, like he owns me.

“You know I’m possessively, jealously in love with you,” I whisper. “When I thought you had my sister, my biggest fear was that you chose to sleep with her, instead of what that might be doing to her. Don’t you see? My love for you turns me into the kind of person I don’t want to be—weak, desperate, addicted to you.”

His eyes narrow, his beautiful jaw tight. My words arouse him so much that he can barely contain himself, I can feel it. His cock grows, pushing through the leather between my naked buttocks.

He bends slightly behind us to turn on the hot water, letting it run into the small corner bathtub with wood coating, steam rising from it, heating up the small space. He turns the tap, finding the right temperature for me.

“Step in,” he commands hoarsely. Looking long at him in the mirror, I understand he won’t take no for an answer. He’s been a prince, a ruler, for too long, giving orders flows naturally through his veins, and people are compelled to obey. Still, I’m considering fighting this, and he senses it.

“Think of Madam Magda,” he gives me the incentive. “Everything she worked for over a hundred years depends on you. She hopes to make me and all my power her ally, so don’t destroy her hopes.”

“Are you saying you’re agreeing to this alliance?”

“I will use my forces to fight the other dark creatures of the Hidden World who intend to spread over the globe. That’s what Madam Magda wants, and that’s what she’ll have. The so-called real world is in a miserable state as it is, and I wanted to take full advantage of people’s greed, ambitions, their materialistic demons.” He raises his chin, provoking me in the mirror. By God, those carnal red lips on that ivory face with the strong bones of a warrior do things to me.

“You can change the fate of the world, Juliet. All you have to do is agree to be mine.” Those blue eyes fix me intensely in the mirror. “Forever.”

I stare into his face, completely taken with him. The dark prince Radek Basarab has my heart, and as we speak I’m falling so deep under his spell that I’m sure I’ll never come out. It’s like I’ve been fighting a greedy whirlpool that’s been pulling me in, and now it finally closes over my head, sucking me into its depths.

Radek strips me of my panties and leads me to the bathtub, holding my hand and supporting me as I step in. I lie in it, with him kneeling outside of it, still wearing leather, still stained with blood.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” I say huskily, hot with desire.

“Oh, I will join you, but not tonight, my love. I’ll join you when you’re back at the castle with me, officially my future queen. Then, we will be equals, and I’ll be sharing your bed and your bathtub every time you want me to.”

“Until then, you’re still the prince, is that what you mean?”

A wicked smile spreads on his beautiful face.

“No, my love. Until then, I’m your servant. Your slave.”

A spark of desire fires from my core to the rest of my body as he says that. Shit, he’s not the only twisted one between us. His hand runs from my chin along my chest and stomach to my mound, his eyes devouring me.

“Yes, I am your devout slave,” he says, his voice hoarse with want as his finger sinks gently inside my pussy. I hiss with pleasure, arching from my waist.

“I killed for you tonight,” he says, increasing the rhythm of his hand pumping inside of me. “And I would kill for you again, my mistress.”

I spread my legs over the sides of the tub, holding tightly to the sides with my hands as well, writhing into his hand and moaning, not caring a darn about who might hear us. Once again I’m fully naked in front of this beast who’s doing me with his fingers. His face heats up with desire and, even though I can’t see him from the waist down, I know his cock is so engorged it must be painful.

“Take out your cock,” I order him, looking at him from the bathtub like the dirtiest wanton.

“I am the servant, Juliet, I offer pleasure.”

“And I want to take pleasure from your cock.” I flex my arms and hoist myself out of the bathtub. 

Minutes later, on the side of the tub, I’m riding this beautiful warrior dressed in leather and covered in the blood of those who attacked me. I come hard, holding tightly to his shoulders and throwing my head back, not caring a darn that Magda and the neighbors can hear my ecstasy.