Divorced And Crowned By The Dangerous Kings

Evelyn Rowe.

"Can I?" Victor asked me with pleading eyes, from his position on the bed. He was kneeling right between my slick thighs which were being held in his hands.

"Evey..." he moaned out when my legs trembled in his hold. 

I nodded vigorously to answer the question he had asked, and his head immediately dipped as he licked the juices from my pussy.

I reacted spontaneously, thrashing around as my hand went to his head. I wasn't sure if I wanted to pull him off or keep him there, because as much as I was enjoying it, I was also really sensitive.

"Victor..." I managed to say, panting heavily, "I need you inside me now."

His reaction, however, wasn't what I expected. Because his face suddenly turned cruel as he laughed out loud. 

My heart started to beat really fast, and that was when I woke up to find Victor standing at the foot of my bed, laughing mockingly at me.

Oh my gosh, how long had he been standing there?

I was soaked in sweat and I tried to get up from the bed, but a sharp stabbing pain in my belly stopped me, reminding me that I had a miscarriage that morning.

"Were you just having a sex dream about me?" Victor asked once he stopped laughing. If I thought the laughter had hurt me before, the disgust in his voice right now was like a knife plunged in my heart. 

I swallowed my tears because if there was one thing that Victor hated, it was seeing my tears. According to him, they made him feel like he was treating me badly. 

'As if he's not,' I scoffed internally.

"Did you hear me, wench?" He yelled at me, making me jerk out of my thoughts.

"I.. I'm sorry. It was just a bad dream," I replied, hoping he would drop it.

My body couldn't take another beating. I was still dealing with the pain of this morning's beating that led to the loss of my baby. 

"Hurry and dress up. Make sure you use something to cover all that..." he motioned to my bruised eyes. 

I swallowed. 

Yet another banquet where I'll be forced to be the happy wife of Victor Blackthorn while he fraternizes with his countless mistresses. What a nightmare. 

He walked off without another word, and I was actually relieved. I managed to get myself out of the bed and went to take a shower. 

My whole body was sore and really painful, but I pushed through it. 

When I was done, I sat with my makeup collection, trying to find a way to cover the bruise on my eye. It would really be weird if I wore sunglasses to the banquet.

However, while I was trying to fit into my dress in a way that wouldn't irritate the bruises on my stomach, my door suddenly burst wide open and a very angry Victor entered.

"What are you still doing in here? How