"Will you have sex with me?"
I asked Noah, who was now standing outside my bedroom.
"W-what?" He said with a dazed face.
"You heard me. I feel a little fucked up right now, and I think a good fuck will help me."
"Nadia... The risk is too high, you know that right?"
"I won't tell anyone. I had a boyfriend for a year and even my sister didn't know about him, not even his name."
I reached out for his hand, but he moved away.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
When I was sixteen, Julia was caught with a man who wasn't a Royal. They both were sentenced to death but my cousin lied that he had forced himself upon her. She was spared because of her good acting skills.
This was one of the reasons why I could never find a man. Even my boyfriend back then was too scared to do much and then he drifted away. I have to be deemed unfit to be a courtesan first, and that isn't going to happen until I cross twenty-one or twenty-two, depending
Please don't assume the writer doesn't know there were no condoms in those days :D. Condoms have been in use since the Iron Age but the vulcanization of rubber (to make modern-day condoms) wasn't invented until 1839 by Goodyear.
He didn't flinch when I slapped him. Instead, his soft lips crushed harder against mine, forcing a moan out of me. The deep hunger in his eyes left goosebumps all over me.Get a grip on yourself, you fool! He doesn't feel anything for you. I reminded myself about last night and my temper began to rise again. But the more I fought him, the more he kissed me. I would be lying if I said that his kisses didn't calm me down. It was black magic for sure.I wanted to close my eyes and relish the warmth of his lips. The stinging sensation when his fingers dug into my skin felt like it was his way of saying that he missed me. That's where the problem lied; he never said anything about missing me. It was all in my head because I only saw what I wanted to see. The one thing he ever said was that he wanted to fuck me, and that shouldn't even be remotely flattering to me.I needed to get his hands off of me before I lost my mind. I pressed my body against him, causing him to
"Nadia, wait!" The head chef stopped me at the entrance to the main hall.I asked her early in the morning about taking a day off today to avoid seeing Ian. Instead of approving my leave, she gave me an earful about taking yesterday off. So I just disappeared without waiting for her permission."Where the hell were you all day? Did you resign from your job without telling me?""I am sorry, something came up, and I couldn't come back any sooner.""What came up? You look like you played with the pigs in th---" She stopped when she saw Ian return from the stables, looking muddier than me."Oh my! Your Highness. I will let Nancy have someone run the bath for you."He nodded and walked away. She grabbed me by the arm before I could escape for a shower."Why do you both look like this?" She asked in a low whisper."The Prince picked me up when I was on my way back, and we fell off his horse.""Oh really!" I was startled when I
"Did you just get thrown out of his room?""I guess..."Lydia was passing by the corridor and found me sitting on the floor trying to understand what he said about rubbing something in my face."Pull me up." I reached out for her hand."What happened in there?" She asked, grabbing the tray with coffee spilled all over."I forgot to put sugar in the coffee.""He got so mad about just that?""And I might have put buttermilk in it instead of milk by accident," I chuckled inwardly as I said that."No shit! I am surprised that he didn't throw you down the stairs.""Pfft..."I brushed my messed up hair with my fingers, and Lydia found his fountain pen's cap entangled in it. She burst out laughing."Now tell me the truth. What did he do? Did he bend you over his desk?"The door to Ian's bedroom flung open, and he appeared with an empty breakfast plate, which he set into the tray that Lydia was holding
I wasn't very sure that Noah would want to talk to me after all my rudeness and weirdness the other night. If my mom's words about my forgettable face are true, he would probably not even recognize me as it has been several days since our first meeting."Hello hello! What a pleasant surprise Nadia.""Hi, good to see you as well.""How have you been? And what brings you here?""Doing well, I guess. I have to deliver this message to someone.""Ah, running errands for the Royals.""How do you know this is from the Royals?""It's rolled vellum. We common people can't afford parchment and vellum; we use paper instead.""I see, that's something new I learned, thanks! Is Mason around?""Which Mason? We got three of them.""I am not very sure which one. Field officer?""Mason, the field officer. There's only one of his kind. He is not here at the moment, but I can pass it on to him when he's back.""Er... Ho
"Ian, listen to me. I am just the messenger---""I don't care. I don't want you delivering this kind of message. You have one fucking job, and that is to let me fuck you. You have the nerve to say no. But then you go around running such bullshit errands. Are you really so low on money?"He was seething with anger. His grip tightened around my neck, and the weight of his body pushed me against the wall. He pressed my cheek to the cold, smooth surface while my back burned up with anticipation.I was too restrained to move. I wanted to turn around and kiss him slowly. His kisses had such a calming effect on me when I was mad. I was sure he would forget his anger too, if only he allowed me to touch him.Wrapping his other hand around my waist, he pulled me into his hard length and whispered in my ear, "Guess I have been too gentle with you, a bit too accommodating."The menace in his voice should scare me, but it made my pussy pulsate with evident crav
I returned to the courtesan quarters in a daze. Was Ian really going to punish me as he said? He knows it was not my fault. He looked furious, not just at Mason but also at me.I quickly changed into plain clothes before my mother or aunt got suspicious. Everyone who was around my age was in the common room in the quarters, listening to every single word that Julia's grandmother had to say. She was a superb storyteller and the oldest member of our community."Which battle is she talking about?" I asked Lydia."The Napoleonic Wars and the Congress of Vienna.""Ugh! I will go take a nap."The old lady's voice boomed through the hallway as I walked away."...the King and his father had returned victorious. The Battle of Waterloo ended Napoleon's rule as the emperor of the French. And that was the War of the Seventh Coalition in 1815. The Allies exiled Napoleon to a remote island called Saint Helena, where he died six years later.""Didn'
"I said unsweetened. UN-sweetened. How hard is it to not mess up something so simple?" I lashed out at the new trainee and tossed the sweetened whipped cream back at her.I am not particularly known for my foul mood, but I couldn't however help it right now."This is too dense!" I complained and asked for a different sponge cake."It doesn't have to be perfect, Nadia. If it is dense, slather it with a layer of jam and call it a Demel's torte once you pour the icing on. You know this better, stop stressing," Marley said.She was much nicer to me now after dealing with several frustrating newcomers who sucked at the dinner table or when taking food upstairs to the Royals.I was coating the cake in a dark chocolate icing when Ian walked toward the kitchen. I froze instantly, thinking he was looking for me. On second thought, it was better to be at his service tonight than being with one of his brothers. I was dreading this after-dinner party.
~Ian~How exactly did I end up in this situation? I thought I was a cold, heartless bastard. If every story had two sides, I considered myself to be a jerk in both of them.Since when did I become her savior?Warm tears streaked down her face, her eyes urging me to not push her away. Those eyes evoke so many feelings inside me. Pushing her away was the last thing on my mind when she ran into my arms.What is it about her?The very sight of Damian laying his hands on her made me crazed. I can't allow myself to look so smitten and possessive right now, but I couldn't imagine letting her down or allowing anyone to touch her. When was the last time I was this possessive about someone? Never.Damian gave me one of his intimidating stares, and I gave one back to him with equal fervor."She's mine," I said, afraid of losing her.What the hell was I doing? All I wanted to do when I first saw her was to feel myself inside he