Free Chains of Revenge by Keziah Hill

wedding day after all.’
    She closed her legs and stood. ‘I’ll make sure your rooms are prepared,’ she said.
    ‘No need. I’ll sleep here with you. This looks like a comfortable chamber.’ He grinned at her like a devil. ‘Come, My Lady. Sleep. Tomorrow is another day.’
    He stretched out on her bed and motioned for her to lie next to him. She hesitated and he snapped his fingers. Fury rolled in her belly as she stretched out beside him. He turned to her and pulled her to him, spooning against her back. To her astonishment, he fell asleep immediately.
    She lay in the circle of his arms and pondered her next move. Shifting slightly, she eased out of his embrace and sat up. She could either sleep elsewhere or pull the warm blanket at the foot of her bed over them. Staring down at him, she shrugged and pulled the blanket up. Settling herself back down, she stared into the night.
    ‘Good choice, My Lady,’ he muttered, pulling her against him again.
    She sighed. Tomorrow was indeed another day.

Chapter Nine
    Lissa’s day commenced with the slide of a hard, throbbing cock into her pussy, while probing fingers rubbed her plump clit. Barely awake, her orgasm was a slow, billowing release unlike the frenzy of the previous night. Her groan was more a sigh. She smiled to herself as Devadas continued his slow stroke, coming with a grunt of satisfaction. He pulled out of her and she turned to face him.
    She kissed his sleepy smile then entwined her legs through his, all the time making contented humming noises as he idly toyed with her breasts. At some point during the night she had a vague memory of him taking the chains off her. Her breasts were certainly now free from their harness of gold.
    Devadas bent his head and took the tip of her breast into his mouth and sucked. She arched her back and sighed, then moaned as he caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled. He pushed her onto her back and lay over her, tasting and tormenting one breast then the other. He plumped them both up with his hands and swirled his tongue around each nipple, driving her mad.
    Then he stopped and pushed her legs open with his. He was hard again and ready. She braced herself for a deep, forceful plunge into her cunt, but was disarmed when he slowly, tantalisingly slid into her, all the time staring intently into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him as he rocked into her.
    The despairing hurt was still in his eyes even through his desire. She held his face and kissed him, deeply. She wanted to draw him out of himself, take him to a place where despair didn’t exist. He kissed her back, making a sound in his throat like a sob. As his mouth became hot and more demanding, igniting a flame of craving within her, his stroke intensified, became harder, deeper, faster.
    Soon she held onto him as he thrust into her, his face buried in her neck. It was as if he was a life raft that she clung to in a tempest-tossed sea.
    ‘Lissa,’ he muttered. ‘Lissa.’
    ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes. I’m here.’
    Maybe she was the life raft.
    With a final mighty thrust, he lifted his head and with a look of painful ecstasy, emptied himself within her. He slumped onto her and nuzzled her neck, drifting into a half sleep.
    Lissa lay, stunned. He wanted her, seemed to need her. But would he let go of his other need to punish her? A thump on her door made Devadas jerk in her arms. His head shot up and he looked around disoriented.
    ‘Devadas?’ a deep voice called from outside the door. ‘Are you awake?’
    Lissa watched as he sat up and scrubbed at his face with his hands.
    ‘Yes, yes, I’ll be out in a minute.’ He shot a glance at her and climbed out of the bed. Stalking to the table, he grabbed the clothes she’d left out for him.
    ‘You’d better get up,’ he said over his shoulder. ‘If I know my brother, he’ll be plotting and planning. We have a big day ahead of us, My Beloved.’ His voice dripped with