Page 173 of Savage Throne
I checked Monique.
What’s that on her right side?
I squinted my eyes.
Her gown, beautiful as it was, bore a flaw. A leaf clung to its hem, as though she’d been carelessly tossed on the ground. And even, her crown—the symbol of her newfound status—was even more tilted to the side than I thought, as if it had been hastily thrown on.
Wait a minute.
The realization struck me like a blade between the ribs.
They had sex.
The signs were all there—Lei’s slightly disheveled hair, Monique’s flushed cheeks and the faint glow of her brown skin that spoke of something far more intimate than a mere walk under the stars.
I could see it in the way her fingers rested lightly on his arm, not out of submission, but as if she still felt the lingering heat of his touch.
Fucking son of a bitch.
My chest tightened with this gagging jealousy twisting around my ribcage.
Against my will, my mind conjured images of what must have happened. Lei, arrogant and inexperienced, touching her. Kissing her, laying her down on the ground, claiming her as his, while I sat here, surrounded by fools, waiting for them.
My teeth ground together as my thoughts spiraled, each one more vivid, more torturous than the last. I could imagine Lei’s hands on her body, his lips on her skin, his voice whispering seductive words.
I bet he fumbled through her pleasure.
He’d never been with a woman before Monique, and it showed, when I had no choice but to witness the moment she took his virginity weeks ago.
What else could I do?
I’d simply wanted to monitor their progress and make sure everything was going as planned.
On camera, Lei had been awkward and hesitant.
And Monique, God help me, had guided him and his cock, her patience only making my jealousy for some odd reason burn hotter. I’d seen how she taught him how to properly fuck her, how her body arched under his touch, how that sweet little pussy got wet.
I’d also seen the flaws in his cock’s technique, the ways he failed to truly draw out her pleasure like he should have.
I would have made her moan much louder.
Even many days later, when I caught one of the recordings of them fucking in the master suite at Lotus Blossom—a room once imbued with my own memories, Lei had tried to dominate her with his newfound confidence.
I’d watched as he attempted to please her, his movements forceful and unrefined. I’d studied the way Monique responded—lost in the moment.
She came, of course, but Lei couldn’t deliver the way I could have.
I frowned.
I could have shown her what it meant totrulybe sexually worshiped. Decades of experience had honed my knowledge of a woman’s body—her pussy and that lovely throbbing clit. I was more than familiar with the subtle intricacies that made desire blossom into rapture.
I could have drawn sounds from her lips that Lei wouldn’t even know how to chase.
I could have given her orgasms so consuming, so profound, that she would never have thought of another man again.
The thought of Lei stumbling through her pleasure tonight, unaware of the depths he’d never reach, made my blood boil.
I didn’t want to admit this because you are my son, but. . .I’m sorry. You don’t deserve her.
