The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 164: Desperation

Chapter 164: Desperation

He smiled and then returned his gaze to the guests "Help yourselves with whatever, I and my lovely wife will call it a night." He announced as he took her hands and stood up, ready to exit the premises.

She stole an edgy glance at Damien before they disappeared from the room, hand in hand with Draco. She maintained her gaze on his broad shoulders as they moved past the splattered bloody pieces bathing the floor.

As they walked down the hall, she felt a sense of relief being out of Damien’s sight. They arrived at their room in silence, unspoken words hanging in the air.

"You have nothing to feel guilty about." He whispered from behind her as he stripped out of his clothes, ready to take a bath.

"Onyx or Damien?" She queried as she turned to meet him and then helped him undo his buttons, each button undone revealed a glimpse of his chiseled body.

"Both? You’re quite empathetic." He pointed out, but this time he was wrong, she was empathetic but she could never feel a sense of compassion or remorse towards Onyx’s death, especially after causing her so much pain with her deceptive tongue of a snake, she hated every inch of her.

"Definitely not Onyx, I wouldn’t wish her death to befall my worst enemy but good riddance, she deserved every bit of the pain." Rama hissed between gritted teeth, not a hint of remorse in her cold, hard eyes, but then it lit up with mischievousness as she peeled the upper clothes off his body.

"I saw the way Damien was looking at you, might as well gouge his eyes out and feed him to the wolves while he’s blind." Draco said with a stern countenance.

"Don’t please, the poor thing’s hurt and it’s all my fault. Can I write him an apology? He deserves that much." She implied, her eyes somber with guilt.

"If you wish, but if he as much as stares at you like that again, he will be fed to the wolves blind." Draco swore beneath his breath.

"You don’t mean that."

She couldn’t comprehend what Draco implied about the way Damien was staring at her.

She had caught a glimpse of him once or twice in the event but she didn’t read any meaning to it as he quickly averted his gaze or maybe he had stole longing looks of her while she wasn’t looking? She pondered inwardly as she couldn’t comprehend Draco’s bitterness.

"I mean every word." He uttered in a dark whisper, making her tight lipped.

Guilt would eat her in and out if ever Draco killed him for merely staring at her, she wouldn’t be able to live with it after breaking his heart in such manner.

"Fine, I’ll stay away from him, a messenger will deliver the letter." She said stiffly.

"I never said to stay away from him." He said with a sly grin.

"You’re just being cunning right now. The moment you see him staring at me in a manner that doesn’t match your taste you won’t hesitate to kill him, so I don’t have a choice anyway." She stated out with rolling eyes, but then her demeanour suddenly changed as she caressed his chest with a gentle touch.

"But then again, I only want to be with you." She said in a floating whisper, a smile breaking through her lips as she bit down on her lower lip seductively.

"I’m going to take a quick wash, don’t do that Rama." He warned as he clamped both hands of hers and pushed it aside gently, resisting was torture but he had to, to protect his fragile jewel, his price of obsession.

"You’re my husband are you not? Yet I have to beg for your touch. I have a feeling you’re enjoying this." She grumbled underneath her breath as she crossed her arms over chest with a frown.

"You have no idea the hell I’m going through." He said between gritted teeth as he dug his fingers into his hair in frustration. A small yet significant voice ringing at the back of his head to forget everything and just give in to temptation, give in to her addictive touch and the feel of their hot skin rubbing against each other.

He let out a dragged sigh, eyes closed as he meditated for a few seconds until her voice snapped him back to reality.

"Or are you a holy monk now? With all the resisting you could actually coerce me to believe." She taunted.

"Maybe, I might just convert at this rate." He joked, but a whiff of suppressed lust lingered in his neutral voice.

"I want you to fuck me Draco, is that too much to ask as your wife?" She spouted out so blatantly, her vulgar words startled Draco himself as his head snapped to face her with lifted eyebrows.

"Ahh, that was unexpected." Draco breathed out with a weird chuckle.

"My desperation led me to utter such words, but it’s what we both want isn’t it? Don’t you? I’d look the most beautiful taking all of you inside me, wouldn’t I?" She flirted as she looked sweetly at him, lust sufficing her jade eyes.

"You certainly would love, but right now you’re elongating my bath with each second." With that said, he dashed out of her sight as he disappeared into the washroom, leaving her hanging around in silence and disbelief.

"That bastard!" She cursed out loud between gritted teeth, making sure he heard her.

As Draco emerged into the warm water, he rubbed his chin as lascivious thoughts of her crammed his mind, even the water wasn’t helping to calm his raging monster between his legs, he’d have her right there if he could, but no one knew better than him the untamed demons within him.

He could hear his desperate wife cursing behind him as he dashed into the bathroom, it made him chuckle at her predicament, although he had felt the overpowering urge to just cave in to her desires and wishes, but he wanted to make it memorable, not tragic. Until he learned to control his demons, he would deter from provoking his lustful urge.

He always had the access to any and every woman he wanted, but now as a result of the mating bond he shared with her, she was the only woman his body craved, every other women were but invalid shadows in her midst and since he couldn’t have access to satisfy his primal urge with her, he’d just have to help himself.

Grabbing his raging monster, he leaned back at the edge of the tub with eyes closed while he stroked his dick with intensifying pressure and pace. It wasn’t the best feeling but it would have to do for now.

In the middle of his activity, he heard her melodic voice sated with temptation as she barged into the washroom unannounced, not that she wanted to announce her rival anyway.

He felt his dick harden even more as her presence drew nearer, her rosy accent provoking him.

"Poor thing, you really don’t have to resist, but I admit it’s really sweet that you’re holding back just to protect me." Her voice was airily taunting, it didn’t sit well with him that it was both pleasant and taunting at the same time.

"You’re not me Rama, you have no idea what I’d do to you."

"I’m very well aware what you’d do to me and I’ve been begging for it." She groaned in frustration with rolling eyes as she stood in front of him, hovering above the tub.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her even though he was well aware of the devious trick up her sleeve, a crafty little devil she was.

Maintaining her gaze with his, a sweet smile played on her lips as she slowly stripped out of her gown to reveal her nakedness for his eyes to graze.

"Rama." He called with a guttural voice as he gulped heavily, Adam’s apple bobbling up and down his throat.

Her golden skin was a beautifully painted canvas for her beauty to be created upon, every sun kissed inch of her skin invited him to a world of unspoken pleasure and bliss, it was a call he couldn’t resist no matter how hard he tried.

He wanted to resist lowering his gaze but temptation gnawed at his skin. His resistance dissipated into thin air as his gaze traveled lower, stopping at her chest for a moment, for his eyes to grace the full, supple twin peaks flawlessly sculpted on her chest.

He wanted to stop there and just avert his gaze without thinking, but temptation was a bitch as his eyes trailed lower still, his body acting on his own accord in contrast to his rational mind.

His gaze traveled lower to her flat belly, her curves defined by her slim waist and then lower to her curvy hips, but before he could trail lower she emerged into the water, a sheepish grin playing on her face.