[Nash's POV]
The door clicked shut behind Serena as she stepped back into our room, her cheeks still flushed from the encounter in the stranger's room.
The faint jingle of the coin pouch in her hand echoed in the quiet space. She set it on the table, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of exhaustion and something else, something playful, daring.
My heart still raced from what I'd witnessed, the image of her lips on another man seared into my mind.
"Miss me?" she asked, her voice low, a teasing lilt curling the edges. She sauntered toward the bed where I sat, her hips swaying with that same natural grace that had drawn every eye in the common room.
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to her presence. "More than you know," I managed, my voice rough.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap with a fluid motion. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, her touch igniting a fire in my chest. "You liked watching me, didn't you?" she murmured, leaning closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Seeing me on my knees, taking him in my mouth like a little whore."
The words hit me like a spark to kindling, my arousal flaring instantly. I gripped her waist, pulling her closer as she pressed herself against me, her tunic riding up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs.
"Serena…" I groaned, my hands tightening as she ground against me, the friction sending a jolt through my core.
"Gods, Nash," she whispered, her lips brushing my neck as she moved, slow and deliberate. "You should've seen his face when I took him all the way. The way he groaned… but you know what?" She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine, gleaming with mischief. "I was thinking of you the whole time, imagining how hard you'd be watching me."
My breath hitched, my cock straining against my pants as her words painted vivid images in my mind. I yanked her tunic up and over her head, tossing it aside, her breasts spilling free. She moaned softly as I cupped them, her nipples hardening under my touch. "You're killing me," I growled, lifting my hips to meet her movements.
She laughed, a sultry sound that vibrated through me. "What if we did it again?" she teased, her hands sliding down to undo my pants. "What if we let someone else fuck me, Nash? Let them stretch me open while you watched, helpless, knowing how much I'd love it." Her fingers wrapped around my freed erection, stroking slowly, her touch both torment and bliss.
She finally sat on my penis, her pussy was already wet enough that no extra lubrication was needed. My dick just slid into her, feeling her tight warmth. Her eyes were filled with lust and so were mine.
The room soon became filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the creak of the bedframe as she rocked against me. I thrust upward, desperate for more, the slap of our bodies meeting echoing in the small space.
"Fuck, Serena," I gasped, my hands digging into her hips, guiding her faster. The thought of her with another man, her body writhing in pleasure, sent a primal surge through me, my arousal spiking to unbearable heights.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips grazing my ear. "Would you beg me to stop, or would you beg to watch?" she whispered, her voice dripping with wicked promise. "I already know the answer. You'll keep watching, while you stroke your dick. I know you loved it."
Her words shattered me. My orgasm built with ferocious intensity, a tidal wave I couldn't hold back. "Serena!" I gasped, my body seizing as pleasure exploded through me, white-hot and all-consuming. My vision blurred, every nerve alight as I spilled inside her, the release more powerful than anything I'd felt before.
As I came down, panting, I opened my eyes to find Serena watching me, her expression a mix of awe and concern. "Gods, Nash," she breathed, her voice soft. "I've never felt you like that."
Panic crept in, the high fading into a sudden fear. I pulled her close, her sweat-slicked body molding to mine. "Serena, I can't lose you," I said, my voice cracking. "Please."
Her eyes softened, her hands cupping my face. "Oh, Nash," she murmured, kissing me gently. "You'll never lose me. I only did this for you. If you want it to stop, it stops." Her lips brushed my forehead, grounding me.
I nodded, my throat tight. "I… I don't know what I want," I admitted, barely a whisper.
She smiled, tender but with a spark of mischief. "That's okay. We'll figure it out." Then, with a playful grin, she added, "But if you want me to earn another fifty gold, just say the word."
A shiver ran through me, my body stirring again despite myself. Serena's laugh was soft, teasing, as she felt me harden inside her.
"Round two?" she purred, already moving again.
***
The sun was beginning to set when we finally reached our next stop. The sky was painted in tired shades of crimson and gold, the kind that only appeared when the day had bled too much into itself. The horses' hooves crunched softly against the dirt path, the rhythmic sound echoing faintly through the still air.
We had killed someone important back in the city of Azark, someone whose name was heavy enough to make even the guards keep their mouths shut. Malek was second only to the Duke in power. That was reason enough to avoid the main road. So instead of taking the stone bridges and paved streets, we were winding through quiet, small villages that dotted the outskirts.
By the time we reached one such village, the sun was kissing the horizon, and the faint smell of cooked meat wafted through the evening breeze. The village looked small, barely sixty houses, a small market, and a single inn that looked more like a large wooden barn than a place of lodging. But it would do.
Inside, the air was thick with warmth. The scent of roasted poultry, spilled ale, and burning firewood filled the room. Laughter and chatter bounced around the low ceiling, soft candlelight dancing across mugs and flushed faces.
People were enjoying their food and drinks.
And that's when my eyes caught her.
A lone figure sat at the far corner of the room, her back straight, posture elegant, untouched by the noise and smoke around her. For a moment, I thought I was mistaken that my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no. I had seen that woman before.
Miss Gratia.
That was what Thornton's men had called her. She was one of the higher-ups in the Dukedom. Wasn't she supposed to be investigating the assassination? Which begged the question: what the hell was she doing in the middle of nowhere?
What was stranger still was how everyone else in the room seemed to act like she didn't exist. No one looked her way, no one whispered, no one stared. It was as if she'd cast some invisible shroud around herself. Even the men who'd begun staring at my wife as soon as we entered didn't dare turn their heads toward Gratia.
I didn't look for long either. There was something about her aura. She was strong. I could tell that much at a glance.
Serena noticed her too. I saw her body stiffen slightly beside, but her expression remained a polite smile. But I caught the look in her eyes, not fear, not exactly, but something close to unease.
"You don't like her?" I whispered once we sat down.
Serena's lips curved faintly, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes. "I don't know," she murmured. "There's something off about her. Like she's too still."
I shrugged. "Doesn't matter. We'll be gone by morning."
Truth be told, I didn't care much about Gratia or whatever she was doing here. I was tired and all I wanted was a mug of ale, a hot meal, and maybe a few hours of sleep with my wife beside me.
When the food came, we ate in silence. Occasionally, I caught Serena glancing toward the corner again, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her cup. Gratia never once looked our way.
By the time we finished, night had settled in properly. The innkeeper handed us a key to a small room upstairs. I stole one last look across the common room. Gratia was still there, nursing a glass of dark liquor, her expression unreadable.
Our room was modest but warm. Serena lay down beside me soon after, her arm resting gently on my chest, her breathing soft and steady. Soon enough my mind drifted into sleep's half-light haze.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but I heard a cold whisper.
It wasn't loud, but it cut through the silence like a knife.
"I know you killed Malek."
My eyes snapped open, and in that instant, every ounce of drowsiness vanished. The weight of a blade pressed coldly against my throat, sharp enough that I didn't dare move. My heart slammed in my chest as my vision adjusted to the dim candlelight.
Two blue eyes stared down at me from the darkness glowing faintly, unblinking, like shards of polished ice.
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Author's Note-
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