CHAPTER 2: PUNISHED FOR COMING
SEIKA’S POV
Prince Zoran holds court from a massive, throne-like chair at the center of the orgy. He’s draped in black silk that does nothing to hide the powerful, predatory lines of his body.
His obsidian markings pulse with a hungry, dangerous light. His gaze sweeps the room, a king surveying his kingdom of pleasure, and then it lands on me.
It’s like being struck by lightning.
My breath catches, my skin prickling everywhere.
His eyes rake over me, lingering on the jewels pinching my n*****s, the curve of my oil-slicked hips, the way my thighs press together.
His lips curl. Slow. Predatory.
“Come.”
The single word is a dark whisper that resonates in my very bones, cutting through the symphony of moans.
I obey. My bare feet are silent on the ma
