Tw: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thank you.
(Book two in the Starlight series)
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Danika Archeron had been through hell.
Forced to go back to Spring C...
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"Forbidden things have a secret charm."
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A TUG on my chin, and I rose to my feet steadily. Rhys dragged his eyes over me, roving over every inch of my body as he took in my appearance. The smug and dismissive air I had cast around myself. I was forced to wonder if it was truly all for show as his eyes glazed a bit.
He led me a few steps onto the dais—to the mighty throne. He sat, smirking faintly at his monstrous court. Owning every inch of the throne. Of these people. A cruel and unfeeling King and his smug harlot. What a pair.
With a tug on my waist and one graceful motion, Rhys perched me on his lap.
And I found that I did not mind in the slightest.
I situated myself, draping my limbs over his body and splaying myself across the throne in a way that accentuated every dip and curve of my lengthy limbs. My soft skin, the glittering fabric I wore, the wave of my hair, the white diadem resting atop my head.
At least I was a luxurious whore.
The part I had to play; the role I had taken. Rhysand's whore. Who I had been under the mountain. Who the world expected me to be. The dangerous new pet that Mor's father would now seek to feel out.
For the moment, I did not mind. Let them stare; let them wonder. I was a true mystery, a woman from Spring Court turned to the dark side with her traitorous sister. I did not care a lick about their indiscreet whispers.
After all, I was the one on the throne. Not them.
Rhys's hand slid along my waist in a fluid movement, the other running down my exposed thigh. Cold—his hands were so cold I forced down a reaction. As though his veins had turned to ice altogether.
