Then she remembered where she was. The twin dragons had rescued her, yes, but now she was in a castle.
There were worse things than taking a bath, though. It seemed like they wanted to take care of her.
Her hand made its way between her thighs to touch the part of her that Olivier had accidentally touched. The water moved with her hips. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on what could’ve happened if he weren’t a gentleman.
* * *
“I want you,” he whispered before taking her hard nipple into his mouth and making her cry out as her back arched.
Her breath was coming in hard pants now. His other hand was rubbing her clitoris in a steady circle with a good rhythm. She could feel the pressure building inside of her body, fire in her veins.
Then Olivier bit her neck and forced her into an intense orgasm. Her entire mind was filled with white fire. She could barely breathe.
* * *
Phuong opened her eyes. What a wild fantasy. She had no idea where that came from. With her orgasm done, she briskly washed her hands and body before getting out. She dried off with a fluffy towel and put on the dressing robe that they’d left for her. It was made out of silk and probably cost enough to feed a Yore family of five for two years, but she shouldn’t think about that right now.
When she got out of the bathroom, she saw a raven. It tilted its head at her. She clicked her tongue and tilted her head back. The raven got a little closer to her.
“And what is your name, little con chim?”
“Gregor,” a husky voice said behind her.
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Staying
Phuong
Whirling around, Phuong saw that one of the twins was behind her. Maybe it was the one who bathed her, but she couldn’t be sure. The other twin, who looked just like him, was right behind him. How was she supposed to tell them apart?
Her body was humming with energy, her nipples growing hard as she thought about the accidental touch in the tub. She didn’t know which one of them had done it, but it had sparked her imagination.
For some reason, she felt drawn to them in a way that she’d never felt drawn to any man before.
“How are you feeling, Phuong?”
“How do you know my name?”
“We have a copy of your record.”
She folded her arms over her chest.
“How?”
The raven, Gregor, flew right over to Gahariet.
“Are you hungry?”
They didn’t want to answer her question.
“How did you find my record?”
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s get breakfast.”
“You can’t keep me here. I don’t owe you any debts or anything. I’m grateful that you broke me out of that cage, but…”
“Don’t worry. We only want to see that you’re in good condition. Would you be so kind as to agree to spend the rest of the day with us to talk about…well…some things?”