Eleanor had it all.
She came from a powerful family, held money, a title. Now she has lost it to no fault of hers. It seemed she couldn't lose anything more, but she spoke too early. Her life now belonged to her new monarch. Lord Blackburn-Hanover.
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"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies." - Unknown
"It's funny how sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger." -Unknown
Fun Fact - Lemons float and limes sink (random, I know).
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The train would be arriving within a few hours. By nightfall. Then this vacation would be over and he would be insanely busy. Busy would keep him from seeing her. He watched her from his peripherals, as she read the book she had demanded and begged he give back to her. He smiled. Those things she read about, the things that happened between man and woman, her fantasies she had told him as they lay together on the ship, he would make them come true.
He blushed, turning his head away from her and hiding his embarrassment. His cock stood up. Then she was in front of him, a chess set hugged deeply into her breasts. His favourite part of the woman's anatomy, "Let us play." She grinned.
It only took some minutes for them to set the board and some minutes later, her queen and rook and knight had trapped him. He lost twice more before he won, looking up at her sadistic smile. It spoke volumes. They began another round. She was losing now that he knew what he was up against, "Let's play a different game." He stood up, disregarding the game onto the carpet and forcing a heated kiss to her lips, dragging her neck to meet his satisfaction.
He pulled her out of her chair and bent the poor girl over the now-empty table. Her naked flesh met his hard and brutal thrust, and Alex watched as an even more sadistic smile. Had she always been this way? So sex craved? No, so sex deprived?
He came second after her, pulling out. Eleanor lated onto his waist, kissing his cheek. He hugged her back and they just stood there. In these moments they were beginning to appreciate more and more each day, "Together?" she whispered, so unsure of what the word meant. This new form of freedom to her, having to lean on someone and have them lean back on you, she knew it was going to wrack her.
"Together," he affirmed and promised.
That promise made this possibility of being hurt even more so worth it. Much, much more.
Alex pulled away in search of a cloth. He wet it near the basin and cleaned it up. As he wiped between her legs with such graceful care, she took in his appearance. All this manlyness and handsome male? It was all hers now. She blinked. It was real. To make sure, she pinched herself as he was turned away. It was so real.
"So? You love me, huh? The captive princess loves me?"
Eleanor hadn't been expecting the sudden question, but she formed a reply instantly, "And you, the bastard loves me?"
He hummed in agreement, "Yes. I do. But tell, me, what does that mean? Do I get special treatment of some kind? Are we courting?"
She blushed a deep shade, keeping eye contact with him, "Would it be a problem if I said yes?!" She stood up and pointed her finger at him accusingly, "You better call off that marriage, if you haven't already. I should be the only one on your mind if you even are a sane man!" She turned around and returned to her book in a fit.
