Semua Bab Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation : Bab 171 - Bab 180

PRINCESS ELARA I was not supposed to notice him.That was the first rule of being a princess. You do not notice the staff. You do not learn their names. You do not watch the way their uniforms stretch across their shoulders when they reach for something. You do not memorize the shape of their hands or wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare skin.I broke that rule the day Kael walked into my father's throne room.He was new. Fresh from the Royal Academy. They gave him the standard-issue black uniform, the standard-issue boots, and the standard-issued stoic expression. But nothing about him was standard. His jaw was too sharp, cutting angles that belonged on a statue, not a man. His eyes were too dark, nearly black, His body moved with a fluid grace that spoke of violence carefully leashedI was sitting on my father's right, bored out of my mind, listening to another ambassador drone on about trade routes. My dress was tight. My corset was tighter. My crown was digging

PRINCESS ELARAI didn't sleep that night after the ball.After Kael walked away from me in that hallway—after he left me standing there with my heart pounding and my thighs slick and my wrist still burning where he had held me—I went to my chambers and dismissed my ladies and lay in bed staring at the canopy above my head.The silk was embroidered with gold thread. My mother had chosen it. It was supposed to remind me of my duty, my station, my future as queen. Every thread was a reminder of the gilded cage they had built for me.All I could think about was Kael's hands.The way his fingers had wrapped around my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt. Not soft enough to be gentle. Just there. Just holding. Just feeling my pulse jump beneath his thumb like a trapped bird.The way he had looked at me—like he wanted to throw me against the wall and tear my gown open with his teeth. Like he had been holding himself back for so long that the restraint was physically painful.I touched myself that

PRINCESS ELARAThe library was dark when I arrived.Midnight. Exactly. I had counted every minute since sunrise, every hour since I left him in the training yard, every second since his hands were on my body and his filthy words were burning in my ears.I want to bury my face between your legs and taste you until you scream my name.Those words had played on a loop in my head all day. While I ate breakfast. While I listened to my father drone on about trade agreements. While I sat through a fitting for yet another gown I didn't want. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kael's face. Every time I crossed my legs, I felt the ache between my thighs.Wear something easy to take off…I wore a thin silk robe over nothing. No nightgown. No underwear. Just the robe, tied at my waist with a loose knot. The fabric whispered against my skin as I walked through the empty halls. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the silk with every step. My thighs were slick. I had been wet since noon, thinking

PRINCESS ELARA I spent the entire day counting minutes.After I left the library, after I walked back to my chambers with his taste still on my tongue and his release still drying on my skin, I could not focus on anything else. My ladies thought I was ill. They brought me tea. They brought me soup. They brought me a cold cloth to put on my forehead.I let them fuss. It was easier than explaining that I was not sick. I was lovesick. There was a difference.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kael on his knees before me. His dark hair fell across his forehead. His lips are swollen from my pleasure. His eyes were burning with hunger. I felt his tongue again, circling my clit, sliding inside me. I felt his fingers curling against that spot that made me see stars.I pressed my thighs together under my blankets and tried to look pale and unwell.By evening, I had dismissed my ladies entirely. I told them I needed rest. I told them to return in the morning. They looked worried. They looked

PRINCESS ELARA The dining hall was full of people I didn't care about.My father sat at the head of the table, his crown slightly crooked, his voice loud across the room as he told a story about a hunting trip no one had asked to hear. My mother sat next to him, picking at her food, already three glasses of wine deep. Her smile was glassy. Her eyes were unfocused.And then there was Lord Whitmore My suitor.He was thirty-five, twice widowed, with pale hands and pale eyes and a smile that didn't reach his face. He had come to court me. My father thought he was a fine match the man was Old money. Old title Old blood.I thought he looked like a fish. He sat across from me, prattling on about his estates, his horses, his late wives, and how tragically they had died. I nodded when I was supposed to nod. I smiled when I was supposed to smile. I laughed when he made a joke that wasn't funny.But my eyes weren't on him.My eyes were on the corner of the room.Kael stood against the wall, hi