Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 274: Violet: Love Dies

The woman secretly taking her pleasure in a storeroom was non other than Ilse. Pure, lovely, delightful Lady Ilse Thierre. There she was, Her Majesty’s little favourite, now in a passionate embrace with Crown Prince Leo of Islia himself.

Violet blinked repeatedly, trying to make the dreadful image before her eyes disappear. But it remained. It was really happening, not just a terrible trick of the light.

Violet could see her twin was sitting on the edge of an old wooden table. Ilse’s skirts were bunched around her hips, revealing her pale legs which were shamelessly wrapped around Leo’s waist. Her hands were clinging to Leo’s shoulders and the two of them were kissing heatedly. One of his large hands was stroking her bare thigh.

Violet felt hot, sour bile rise in her throat as she watched their obvious passion. By the way Ilse was reacting to the prince’s kiss and touch, it wasn’t their first time together. It was quite obvious the two had already shared intimate moments before.

Yet Ilse had never said a word about it to her very own twin sister. Not one.

Good lord, Violet thought with growing panic. How long have the two of them been sneaking around like this behind everyone’s back? How long have they been sneaking around behind my back?

The more she thought about it, the more horrifying the situation became in Violet’s mind. Could it be that during the past several weeks when she thought she’d been stringing Prince Leo along and enjoying his interest, he’d actually been stringing her along? Maybe he’d even been secretly laughing every time she’d flirted with him, knowing he was already enjoying romps with her beautiful twin.

Oh lord, he’d probably been mocking her all those weeks and maybe Ilse had too. Perhaps the two of them had even laughed together at Violet’s clumsy attempts to be alluring. Laughed at her after they enjoyed fornicating like sinners.

Violet pressed the back of her hand against her trembling lips, fearing she might vomit and be discovered. She wanted to crawl out of her clammy skin that suddenly itched and felt too small for her.

All she could think about was freeing herself from the sight and sounds of Leo and Ilse. She could hear her supposedly sweet, demure sister moaning like a whore. She hadn’t known Ilse was capable of making such wanton sounds.

What else did Violet not know about her twin? What other secrets had Ilse been keeping, even while the two girls had started drawing closer again recently? 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Ilse tilted her head back as the prince kissed down her neck and one of his hands slid up her thigh and disappeared from Violet’s view. Judging by her sister’s breathy little cry of joy, it was easy to guess where Leo’s hand had moved to.

There was something stopping Violet from being able to look away though, from tearing her eyes from a scene straight out of her worst nightmares. That something was a queasy mixture of disgust, curiosity and - lord help her - her own growing arousal.

She had to know what was about to happen next, as if it were happening to her. She so badly needed to believe it was her body that the prince was stroking with such confidence.

Leo was now whispering something in Ilse’s ear, as if giving instructions. Violet couldn’t make out the words, though she could definitely hear the smug laughter in his tone. All of a sudden Ilse rocked her hips against him. He seemed to approve and she did it again and again.

Soon, Ilse was writhing rhythmically against Leo, head thrown back and lips parted. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, allowing her to arch back as she rocked. His other hand was still buried in her skirts and he was doing something with it that was making Ilse increasingly frantic.

Her little gasps and cries were getting louder and faster as he kept touching her. Violet could hear Ilse starting to plead for something. Her knuckles were a bloodless white as she clutched the edge of the table and rocked against Leo, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with what almost looked like panic.

"Oh, oh...Leo...yes..." Violet heard the gasps.

Leo’s murmurs sounded like he was spurring her on to...what?

What was it? What was Ilse begging for and why was the prince chuckling about it? Violet felt her own body growing hot and restless as the temperature around her seemed to rise.

"Leo...oh, that...yes! Oh, please...don’t stop! Please..."

Violet wondered if Ilse could hear herself and how pathetic she sounded. The daughter of a duke begging like a common, filthy slut.

"Oh, yes...ohhh..."

What the hell was Prince Leo doing with her sister? It seemed like pleasure almost akin to great pain.

Violet was startled by the sudden, piercing wail that Ilse gave. Her sister’s body was being rocked by what looked like uncontrollable shivering and a rosy flush spread across her chest above her bodice. Ilse’s tense legs shook around Leo’s waist for several moments as she continued to cry out. With a final little whimper, Ilse suddenly slumped forward against Leo’s chest and clung to his tunic as if she’d lost every drop of strength in her body.

"Why, I think you liked that, didn’t you?" Leo’s voice was a low, pleased rumble as he pulled out the hand buried in her skirts. Ilse was nodding helplessly.

"That was..." she breathed in a high, thin voice. "I don’t even know what that was. How...how can anyone ever imagine such great pleasure? I thought I’d die from it."

The only noise that that could be heard the quick, heated panting of Ilse’s breathing.

There was another sound in those moments, though only Violet would’ve been able to hear it. It was the sound of all the love she’d felt for her sister, dying that very second.

She vowed to cut her twin from her soul for this betrayal.