Chapter 9
Vetta was breathing hard, sweat pouring from her body. She tingled in places, and she hurts in places too. Sweet, sweet pain.
She laid languidly on the table and watched Lucien arrange himself.
You'd think they never had a mind-blowing s€x just now. He doesn't look like a man who just used her body in every dirty way possible.
Vetta too, might be feeling tired from the marathon, but she's very angry. She'd heard of the incident in the Royal Court.
"Why didn't you let her get 'introduced'?" She asked the question that's been pricking her and making her restless.
"She wasn't ready." He stated, going to his work chair to take a seat on it.
"What!? None of us was ready when we were introduced! None of us!" She did her best to keep her anger in check.
Lucien just stared at her with an arched brow. "Are you saying something, Vetta?"
Vetta bit her lips hard. "No, my king."
Vetta felt like pulling her hair all out in frustration. Talking to him is like moving a bri
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