A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 85: Bonus

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Darion felt his blood rush when a bucket of ice cold water was poured on him, waking him from the short nap he’d taken. The chill run down his spine making him shiver. The strands of his hair got stuck on his forehead blurring his vision. But how could he not recognize this face? Bracken of gods knows where!

"Did I disrupt your sleep?" Bracken asked, setting the bucket on the floor. "A quick shower I might say, before you meet with the queen."

The door turned open at the same time revealing Queen Jessica wrapped in a shawl. Darion’s fists clenched harder.

"Leave us," she ordered.

Bracken grunted low before he slammed the door behind him as he exited. The queen assessed Darion’s state. He had a crack on the face, probably a blow or two from Bracken. She walked closer and lifted Darion’s chin, but the look she got.

"I should have left clear instructions before I left," she said, dropping her hands to the side.

"As if him hurting me were not your instructions?" Darion spoke in disgust. He could have spat but he was too thirsty for it.

"I’m afraid not." She walked over to the table and poured a cup of water. "Drink," she offered only to remember Darion was in shackles. She placed the cup on his lips until he drowned the contents.

And putting the empty cup on the table, she said, "Elena came looking for you yesterday." She watched Darion’s expression but he was unfazed. "She seems particularly interested in your whereabouts, a person of her stature. What kind of royalty does that?"

"One that cares for her subjects," Darion replied.

Jessica walked behind Darion, her hands resting on his shoulders. "We both are different but have something in common. I know what you want, and you, what I want."

"What do you want from me?" Darion asked.

"Now we’re speaking," she whispered in his ear. "I want to give you your freedom."

"I’m not your slave," Darion curtly said.

"You are my prisoner," she reminded. "I’ll grant you your freedom but you’ll have to do something in return."

"What do I have to do for Her Majesty?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"Kill Gabriel Sinclair," she whispered in his ear.

Darion smirked. "What if I refuse?"

"Then you’ll have to spend more time with Bracken."

"I’m afraid I’ve started liking him," Darion replied with a smirk making the queen flare! "You’ve nothing to use against me apart from myself."

"What do you want!?" She asked, clutching the edges of the chair in frustration. "Lands, titles, honor. I’ll give it to you."

The offer was tempting but he was steadfast in his decision. "I want you to untie me, and I’ll show you what I can do."

"Kill me?" Jessica asked with a scoff.

"Last in my list. But first I’d like to see what in between a royalties legs," he smirked.

Jessica’s anger doubled. In two swift steps, she walked in the front and slapped Darion across the cheeks. He smiled in return, making her go ablaze in anger.

She clapped her hands to beckon Bracken. The door opened, the grim guy walking in with his chest out.

"See to it that he doesn’t have any food or water. Torture him day and night until he begs for mercy."

"I’ll never do that,"Darion intoned.

Jessica held the helm of her dress and walked out of the room. Darion’s screams followed closely, a smirk playing on her face.

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Gabriel’s hand held Elena’s hair, his lips sealing hers into a heated kiss. She tasted heavenly. His tongue implored her insides, urging her to reciprocate. Their tongues locked igniting a spark between them.

His hands travelled south, softly caressing every inch of her skin. They rested on her breasts, gently squeezing them. He gave each equal attention, his lips still still locked with hers.

He traveled further south and found the hem of the thin fabric she wore. The sound of garment tearing filled the room, and Elena’s heart ran with a start.

The cold air rested on her skin, biting out her senses. However, Gabriel didn’t give her the luxury to succumb to her fears. He planted his lips on cleavage first, then to her bear neck until her heart resumed the normal beating. She calmed under his mercy, her hand instinctively holding his hair when he planted a kiss on her chest.

His tongue expertly stroked her nipple making her breath come out hitched. She clutched his hair hard, wanting to tear him off her body but enjoy the pleasure at the same time. His free hand squeezed the other breast sending her into a state of pleasure.

Elena parted her legs to have him on top, something she didn’t even know she’d done. When he was satisfied with his little but sweet torture on her peaches, he planted soft kisses on her belly. And she was hella ticklish there! He smirked when she quivered with every kiss he ministered. At this rate, she was going to uproot his hair from his head!

His hands implored her inner thighs, caressing her sensitive skin until he found the stripes of her chemise. In one swift but elegant move, he whisked it off leaving her completely naked! He felt her stiffen!

His eyes searched for those blue ones in the dimly lit room. She looked like a scared little cat that wanted to drink the milk yet afraid of the person offering it.

"Are you nervous?" He asked. She nodded lightly, too embarrassed to speak. Gabriel’s eyes swept over her figure. God! She was a feast to the eyes!

"You are beautiful," he whispered when he found her eyes again. His cold hands brushed lightly against her butt. He could see it in her eyes. She was scared.

He leaned closer and brushed his lips softly against hers. Her heart was racing again, he noticed. And at that moment, an idea lit his mind, one that would challenge her boldness and make her comfortable.

"Undress me!" He whispered.

"Undress Me!" The words echoed in Elena’s mind, strucking a chord of naughtiness in her. The idea was a crazy one but one she was willing to take nevertheless. If she was to be naked in front of a man, he had to be naked too. But why her?

Her hands moved despite the warning bells ringing in her mind. She held him by the collar of his shirt to support herself into a kneeling position. Her breasts brushed lightly on his fabric, making her flush instantly. She could have seen the smirk on Gabriel’s face when she did that.

Her fingers fumbled with the first button, shaking with every passing second. Gabriel’s fingers stroked her hair gently. This did nothing to make her feel less scared.

She freed the second button to reveal his broad chest. His heart was hammering against his chest rhythmically as if beckoning her to free it. Swallowing hard, she freed the remaining buttons to reveal his upper body. He was well toned, his abs standing out in the dim light. Why did this feel so... forbidden?

Gabriel noticed her tense up again, unable to continue. He did the remaining by simply removing his shirt and throwing it to God knows where. He cupped her face in his cold hands and forced her to look at him.

"Do you want me to do this?" He asked. She looked so innocent now. There was no turning back if she agreed. He’d claim every inch of her tonight!

Elena caught her lower lip between her teeth, her mind completely shut by his closeness. He was exuding pure masculinity. His was the body any female would fall for at first glance. For a moment, she wondered how many women he had slept with, but strangely, she ended up nodding.

"I want you to say it. I won’t stop once I start," he promised.

"I want us..." She swallowed for the nth time. "I want us to do it tonight." Her voice didn’t falter, a sign she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"I’m warning you, there’s no going back," he gave his last attempt, or maybe the last straw of his self restraint. Only God knew how much self control it was taking him to not pounce on her there and then, fill her to the brim. And why not? She was a feast to the eye. He had never felt her scent so strong!

"I understand," she added, nodding in acknowledgement.

"For fucks sake El," he cursed before sealing his lips with hers in a heated kiss. She lay on the bed, with him on top.

His hands caressed her inner thighs again, aiming for the spot. He stroked her clit gently at first, her hands tightening around his neck. His manhood was ranging against his pants already, begging to be freed.

He increased the speed of his ministrations, Elena quivering under him in pure ecstasy. She let out silent stiffled moans that was music to his ears. This only acted to arouse him more!

He slid his index finger in her flower garden, her walls closing in on him. She was so warm in there, he noticed. He moved, slow at first, before his pace increased. Her moans echoed in the room, his manhood ranging in reciprocation.