The Varsity’s final exams were fast approaching as a tense atmosphere seemed to be casted over the school.Students found themselves consumed in their studies every now and then as the school’s library was always occupied.Late night study sessions became the norm in the school during that period as the dorms light didn’t seem to be put out yet even at 3am.All the students were bent on passing their exams once and for all because they couldn’t wait to finally graduate and get over with Varsity.Nobody was prepared for a carry over that semester, even the most unserious student who barely attended lectures.Christopher on the other hand didn’t seem too bothered about the forthcoming exams.He had always been an A student, reading was never a problem for him as he usually studied ahead of the class and read extensively before the commencement of every lecture.All he had to do was revise and review all what they had been taught during that session.The evenings were the only time he ha
After a year of slavery in the Salt tunnel of New York, Mia was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Most of the thousands of slaves in New York received similar treatment—though an extra half-dozen guards always walked Mia to and from the tunnel. That was expected by Skull gang’s most notorious assassin. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side—as there was now.He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of New York’s officials and overseers were housed. They strode down corridors, up flights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of finding her way out again.At least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she’d
But she had other things to think about as they continued their walk. Was she finally to be hanged? Sickness coiled in her stomach. She was important enough to warrant an execution from the Captain of the Guard himself. But why bring her inside this building first?At last, they stopped before a set of red-and-gold glass doors so thick that she couldn’t see through them. Captain Cole jerked his chin at the two guards standing on either side of the doors, and they stomped their spears in greeting.The captain’s grip tightened until it hurt. He yanked Mia closer, but her feet seemed made of lead and she pulled against him. “You’d rather stay in the tunnel?” he asked, sounding faintly amused.“Perhaps if I were told what this was all about, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to resist.”“You’ll find out soon enough.” Her palms became sweaty. Yes, she was going to die. It had come at last.The doors groaned open to reveal a throne room. A glass chandelier shaped like a grapevine occupied most of
Kim watched in rage and agony as Lizzy and the Earth Squad danced and danced and danced. Even with a much more concealing mask, she would have recognized the upstart. And what sort of a person wore gray to a ball? Kim looked down at her dress and smiled. Bright shades of blue, emerald, and soft brown, her gown and matching peacock mask had cost as much as a small house. It was all a gift from Bolton, of course, along with the jewelry that decorated much of her neck and arms. It was certainly not the dull, drab mess of crystal that the conniving harlot wore.Bolton stroked her arm, and Kim turned to him with fluttering eyelashes. “You look handsome tonight, my love,” she said, adjusting a gold chain across his red tunic. His face quickly matched the color of his clothes. She wondered if she could bear the repulsion of kissing him. She could always keep refusing, just as she had for the past month; but when he was this drunk . . .She would have to think of a way out as soon as possible
Mia groaned as something cold and wet brushed her cheek and moved to lick her face. She opened an eye and found the puppy looking down at her, its tail wagging. Adjusting herself in the bed, she winced at the sunlight. She hadn’t meant to sleep in. They had a Test in two days, and she needed to train. It was their last Test before the final duel—the Test that decided who the four finalists would be.Mia rubbed an eye and then scratched the dog behind the ears. “Have you peed somewhere and wish to tell me about it?”“Oh no,” said someone as the bedroom door swung open—Christopher . “I took her out at dawn with the other dogs.”She smiled weakly as he approached. “Isn’t it rather early for a visit?” “Early?” He laughed, sitting on the bed. She inched away. “It’s almost one inthe afternoon! Philippa told me you’ve been sleeping like the dead all morning.” One! She’d slept that long? What about lessons with Chaol? She scratched her nose and pulled the puppy onto her lap. At least nothing
“It must be the walk that did it to me,” she said, trying to convince herself as to why she's feeling horny at the moment. “Or maybe, it’s just the alcohol doing something to my system.”“Maybe I won’t tell apologise to Richard, I can just show him. Oooh yeah. Make-up sex can be fun, even he isn’t exactly a stallion in bed. At least he has a decent sized tool, even if he’s not humongous.” she speaks to herself, giggling as she finds her way to the stairs. She puts her hand on the bannister and begin to creep up the stairs in the dark. For some reason, she could not stop giggling and she slaps her hand over her mouth to keep them from bubbling out. She was pretty sure Richard's Dad, Christopher was around, and she doesn't want to wake him up. As she gets to the top of the landing, a long hallway greets her. The Holts live in a mansion, so there are at least five or six bedrooms, plus an office that Richard's Dad, Christopher , uses. But Richard’s room is easy to find. He’s way at the
The man collapses on Mia then, his muscular form hot and sheened with sweat. But it feels good, and she merely smile while clenching her pussy muscles to milk him of those last few precious drops. He chuckles, even while panting.“You are a bad girl, you know that?” he whispers into her ear. “Fuck, I had no idea how dirty you were.”Mia merely giggled, and make to turn over and kiss him, but he still got his cock inside hee and his big form is covering hers, pinning her to the mattress.“There is a time and place for everything,” he whispers in her ear again before pulling out and getting up to close the blinds. With that, the only ray of moonlight in the room is eliminated, and utter darkness envelops us like a cloak. But soon, she feels his big, warm body in the bed beside her again, as one large palm caresses her curves. A gasp escapes her lips even as he tweaks a nipple before skating a palm down to finger her leaking hole.“Mmm, I put a lot in you, did I not?” he muses in a low
She had planned to spend the rest of the day following Archer from a distance, but as they walked from the tea court, Bolton informed her that the king had ordered her to assist with guard duty at a state dinner that night. And though she could think of a thousand excuses to get out of it, any suspicious behavior on her part could draw the wrong sort of attention. If she was actually going to listen to Eleanor this time, she needed the king—she needed his entire empire—to think she was his obedient servant.The state dinner was in the Great Hall, and it took all of Mia ’s self-control to keep from sprinting to the long table in the center of the room and horking down the food right off the plates of the gathered councilmen and preening nobility. Roasted lamb rubbed with thyme and lavender, duck glazed with orange sauce, pheasant swimming in green-onion gravy … Truly, it wasn’t fair.Bolton had stationed her by a pillar near the glass patio doors. Though she wasn’t wearing the royal gu