Chapter 162: THE RITUAL WENT WRONG
"Harder... harder, my king..." Nycta mewled in Killian’s arms, as he thrusted her from behind. He groaned and bit her shoulder before their bodies went still and the creaking sound from inside the bedroom stopped.
Nycta fell on her stomach, she was exhausted, she was sore, but satisfied. It felt like a little revenge in her head whenever she thought right now her sister was doing the same thing with her mate.
She winched when Killian pulled away and started to get dress before he left her alone in the bed, sticky, tired and used.
Tears welled up in her eyes when the quietness inside the room pinned her down. Everything was still and she was naked. She stayed like that for a while until the guilty feeling crept in and she cried.
Whenever she was with Dacre, he would take care of her, he would hug her and kiss her, giving comfort and warm, but with Killian, he would leave right away once the deed was done and in the morning, he would act like the sin they committed during the night had never happened.
It was not like Nycta wanted him to stay, she hated the man, she hated her baby, she didn’t want to be pregnant with his child, but Dacre couldn’t have an heir and this was the only way for them to secure the throne.
She hated the fact Dacre took her sister with him instead of her. She hated the thought and wild imagination she had about what they might be doing right now.
Nycta hated everything.
Her youthfulness and her pregnancy hormone were not a good mix for her to judge the situation she was currently in. Her jealousy and hatred were a good recipe for a disaster.