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~Kiva

Catching up to Caspian, I grab his hand and drag him down the hallway toward my room.

"I should be going soon, Princess," he exclaims warily, not entirely comfortable being away from my father alone together.

"I assure you, the view from my room is priceless."

Shouldering the door open, I skip onto the room, tugging him in with me. The thrill of what we are doing flutters through me, and not due to what I have planned...

But because of who doesn't want it to happen.

Caspian lingers awkwardly in front of the window. "You can not see much, it's too dark."

I roll my eyes. "The view is me, silly."

His eyes widen as he turns back to look at me. Slowly his attention drifts down my body, coming to terms with what I'm insinuating.

"Y-you?"

Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly tug my cardigan off. I hope I look seductive, but by the way Caspian swallows uncomfortable, he is still deciding whether he wants to go along with this or not.

"I wanted you the moment you walked in," I murmur, trying not to look at my closed door and wonder who may be behind it.

The edges of Caspian's lips quirk up. "Me?"

Striding at him, I grab either side of his face and draw him down to kiss me. He doesn't pull away, and as he presses closer to me, I can feel his arousal. He wants me.

He's a decent kisser, considering he hasn't got much experience, even if he's a little aggressive with his tongue. Regardless, I slowly back us toward the bed.

"I want you to fuck me, Caspian," I murmur against his lips.

"Right now?"

"Yes. Push me onto the bed," I demand. This is bad. So bad, and yet I want it, having been told I'm not even allowed to touch myself.

Caspian pulls away, looking down at me with wide blue eyes. "Push?"

"Just do what I say, alright? Push me," I insist.

Caspian laughs breathily before pushing me at my shoulders, sending me back into the sheets. He's breathing heavily, looking down at me as I pull my shirt off so I'm only in my bra and pants.

I gesture at him. "Now get on top of me, and fuck me."

He obliges me, climbing on stop of me carefully, as if he's worried he will hurt me. He's not a small man, by any means, although he doesn't compare to Ark.

I should not be thinking about Ark right now.

"I've never..." he breaks off, brows furrowing as if he can't bear saying. I tip my head back, already suspecting what he's holding back.

"You're a virgin?" I ask flatly.

"Yes. Is that okay?" he asks softly.

"That's fine, as long as it's okay with you." The last thing I want is to push him into something. Getting revenge on Ark isn't that important to me.

Suddenly a knock sounds from the door.

"I-"

I cut Caspian off, drawing him closer to kiss me. I already know it's Ark behind that door, since my father is probably as far as possible away from us right now.

"Shh, ignore him," I murmur against his lips, tugging at his shirt. There are far too many clothes between us right now.

"Are you sure?" Caspian asks.

I can sense his hesitation, concerned that he is breaking some kind of rule with my father, that there won't be a chance for us to become engaged after this. I don't bother telling him that this will likely make it more likely to happen.

"I'm sure," I assure him.

He continues to kiss me, before suddenly he pulls back, looking over me. I'm not even close to being naked, and yet his eyes glisten.

"Wow. You are the most stunning woman I've ever seen," he breathes.

Was this an entirely different situation, I may have been flattered. But knowing all the Prince's I've met, they haven't exactly met many people they are allowed to be involved with, so to Caspian, I'm like a prized treasure.

When I pull him back down, his lips trace over my face, down my jaw and to my neck, where he bites down suddenly.

I gasp, surprised at the pleasurable shock that flutters through.

"That feels good. Do it again," I insist, delving my fingers into his light coloured hair. My eyes are wide open, which is strange for me, but if I close them, I'm concerned someone else may come to mind.

"Like this?" Caspian asks against my neck, repeating his movement.

"Yes...Don't stop," I breathe.

Another knock on the door sounds. It's louder this time, more insistent. It's wrong, but it's enhancing my experience knowing how angry this is evidentially making Ark.

Caspian winces, pulling away from me. "I better get that. It could be your father."

"Caspian, don't-"

My protests don't go unanswered as Caspian hops up and opens the door, peering out to ensure it's not my father.

He's knocked back as Ark strides in, looking around the room. The moment his gaze lands on me, I scowl, rushing to cover my torso. I still have a bra on, but Ark doesn't get to see any part of me.

In a movement I almost miss, Ark grabs Caspian's arm and turns him around, pushing him outside before slamming the door shut, locking it.

"This lock is being removed tomorrow," he mutters distastefully.

"Get out!" I snap, rushing to get my shirt on.

"I'm waiting for him to leave," Ark muses, folding his arms over his chest as Caspian calls out from the other side of the door.

Ark has gone from irritated to amused in an instant. How did he manage to get the upper-hand so quickly? It's as if every time I think I'm a step ahead of him, he turns it around before I can even blink.

"Seriously? You can't just do that!" I hiss.

"No attachments, no lovers, so sex," he orders, the amusement suddenly vanishing, replaced by that eerie look that I cannot stand. It's impossible to read him.

"You're horrible," I growl, scrambling off the bed.

"Maybe. But once you're fully trained, and less impulsive, you will be grateful for it." He mutters, looking out of the window as if this entire conversation bores him.

"Fuck your training. I'm done," I decide.

Whoever is targeting can break in again, they can take me captive, I don't care. No amount of torture that they could inflict upon me would compare to what it is like to be in Ark's presence.

Ark's brows crease. "No you're not."

"Unless you're in here to finish what he started, get out," I demand. I reach for the lock, ready to flick it open and shove him out, but he grabs my wrist tightly.

"You're far too riled up. Don't defy more of my orders tonight," he seethes lowly, dark eyes falling down me, as if he can see how I'm still buzzing from Caspian touching me.

"You can trap me in this room, but you can't stop anything else," I remind him coldly. The moment he leaves, I'm going to fall into my sheets and touch myself like I always have, and there won't be anything he can do to stop me.

He tilts his head. "Are you certain?"

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Turning, he unlocks the door and steps out. Caspian has left, so all I can do is stare out into the empty hallway and wonder what just happened, until Ark suddenly appears in front of me, rope in his hand.

"What the hell is that?" I question.

"Wrists out in front of you," he demands. There is no hint of amusement in his eyes, not sense that this is just a poorly executed joke to put me in my place.

He is serious about this.

"You're going to tie me up?" I gape at him. I can see his plan, that he doesn't want me to touch myself at night, but really?

"Wrists. Now."

Releasing a long breath, I hold them out to him. "You know what, fine. I kind of like the sound of that, actually."

He doesn't respond, tying the rope around my wrists adeptly, before leading me back so he can start tying the other end to the headboard.

I hate Ark. I cannot stand him. But that doesn't mean that if he decided to tear my clothes off right now, I wouldn't want it. In fact, some sick part of me is craving it.

He's strong, he's easily the most attractive man I've seen in a deadly, fucked up fantasy kind of way.

He fucks good. I know it.

"So, what are you going to do to me now?" I ask breathlessly as he pulls back to examine his work.

I pull at my hands, but the rope is far too tight around me. I am completely at his mercy, and part of me likes it, and part of me fears he is actually going to leave me in the room like this overnight as punishment.

He grips either side of the headboard, leaning down over me. "Consider this a warning. Disobey me again, and next time the punishment will be far harsher."

His lips are so close, and then they aren't, as he pulls away before I can demand he kisses me.

He looks over me, an almost animalistic look passing over his eyes.

"Like what you see?" I whisper.

All I want is for him to approach me, to give me exactly what I want. Tomorrow, we don't have to talk about it, to even think about it again. But right now...I don't want to think about anything else.

"What would your father say if he knew how wet and desperate you are for me, huh?" he asks, barely above a whisper.

I blink, stunned. "I..."

"Sleep. I expect you well rested for training in the morning," he mutters before turning to leave the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

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~Midika 💜🐼