Orient Fevre

Levy watched me quizzically.

“I’m tender. So, please, don’t touch me there.”

His eyes softened. “I should have you examined by my doctor.”

“No! I’m fine. Drop it, okay? Just, please, don’t touch me. Ever.”

He made a face. “No deal.”

“Why do you have to make my life miserable like this?”

“Miserable?” He shook his head. “No, kitten, you’ll be miserable without me. After the claiming, you’ll be lost when I’m not around. After the claiming, you shall desire no other man than me. After the claiming…”

“Corny. I bet chicks fall for you when you talk like that.”

Levy cursed, looking annoyed with my smarminess. “Listen, Violet. I intend to return to D’Keghan with a wife. You. And you’d better get used to the fact that you’re my mate. I. Have. Claimed. You.”

“Geezes. Cranky, are we? Maybe I liked you better when you talked corny.”

Seconds later, I regretted my big mouth. Levy looked as if he’d had enough of my digs. He swept me off the floor and carried me to the bed. My belly hit the mattress and his palm hit my ass. He spanked me so hard that for a long second, the only thing that occupied my mind was the sting of his palm.

“Fuck,” I gasped, hands clawing the sheet.

Exquisite pain burned my backside. My pussy throbbed. When he rained two mor

e spanks on my poor ass, I found myself being ambushed by an orgasm. I trembled as the world faded from my sight and the amazing but wicked ecstasy enslaved me for long, agonising seconds.

“Shit.” I felt dazed when I floated back to reality.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me. I’d come from being spanked. This was pathetic. Everything he did to me caused me to climax. No man had ever made me feel like this before. Not ever. Suddenly, Levy came and turned my world upside down. It seemed he had a way of mastering my body, bending my will to his whim because I couldn’t resist his devilish charm.

He climbed on the bed and caressed my ass, his purrs close to my ear. “Look at you, kitten, so easy to please. You came when I petted you and when I sucked your nipples. Now you came when I spanked you. Why won’t you admit that we do share a special bond together? We’re soul mates, Violet.”

My toes curled when he nuzzled my nape.

I rolled on my back and halted him. “You’re complicating my life, Levy Frye.”

“No, I’m simplifying yours.” He leant down to kiss me.

“Please, don’t.”

Levy paused.

I closed my eyes, feeling desperate. “I need some time to think.”

I heard him draw a long, sufferable sigh. “Six days. That’s how much time I’ll give you to take care of your unfinished business. When we arrive at D’Keghan, you will stay with me. I need to introduce you to my parents and the court.”

I groaned. “Why don’t you shoot me in the head instead?”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Cute. But no can do. I need this kitty-cat as my mate.”

Levy got off from the bed and left the room. I felt relieved. I thought he’d finally left me alone, but I was wrong. One of Levy’s entourages came in and sat a big bag on the bed.

“Miss Cross,” the man greeted me. “My name is Isaac Hayworth, His Highness’ personal physician. The prince has ordered me to examine your condition.”

“You—what?”

“I believe you experienced some bleeding after the joining last night?”