Eight

                                    

                                          




I hooked a finger through Brendon's belt loop to get his attention. He touched both sides of my face, brought his head down, and kissed me ferociously. This was too formidable. He hoisted me up to get my back against the wooden interior of the house he called his secret place. It was a property located in his vast land, a barnyard not too far away. 
I wrapped my legs around his waist for support. He pulled my upper lip and then did the same to my lower lip. My neck attained kisses and that made me act out of control. I breathed hard. "Your Majesty, I'm breathless."
Brendon groaned. "Let me put that sexy ass on the kitchen counter." He traveled to the kitchen and got my sexy ass on the counter. This counter and wall kissing thing was cutting-edge. I've never done that with any other guy. 
He mischievously pulled up my dress. Yikes. When he took off that bra like an expert to please my stiff, dark nipples, I screamed. 
He kissed the middle of my breasts and moved his mouth downward. After doing so, he went back up and took my hand in his. "Take off my shirt to play with me," he demanded. "Kiss me like you mean it, beautiful." 
I pulled up his shirt hastily and smooched his chest like I meant it. "Do not be afraid to leave marks on my skin. Scratch me, bite me. Do whatever you want to do with me." 
"Anything huh." 
"Do not bite my pecker." He laughed. "I can press charges." 
"Who says I'm going down there?" I waggled my pointed finger at his crotch. "You can give me that when you choose me. I'll be ready for it on your bed. I'm good with my mouth." 
Brendon's long eyebrows went up, an unmistakable flush on his cheeks. "You're giving me some reasons to choose you, my lady." He and I came to a halt when we saw a wide-eyed Mildred looking at us.
"I knew it," she said with a cold stare. She must have spied on us. "She has her bra off and you have your shirt off, Brendon. You're sleeping with that twat." Mildred became tearful, her voice growing thick. "She wants everything. I hope you cry on the day of elimination. I'll make sure to spit on your face." 
She looked hurt. Brendon picked up his shirt from the floor and shrugged into it. I climbed down to put my bra on as well as my dress. This was an invasion of privacy. I would have never done that to her. 
"Mildred, get out," he shouted. He glared at that girl and slammed his hand on the counter. "I'm sick of you whining all the time. Go back to the castle. You will spend some time with me tomorrow. Today is not the day."
"This is why you're spending more time with her. You are screwing that cow." 
"Get out Mildred." 
Her next words were vicious and they never affected me that much. I was accustomed to the terrible things she'd said before. 
"Isn't that a little too much, you dirty king? Sleeping with the girl you will be eliminated in less than three weeks is very desperate." She smacked her derriere and left the house. Brendon looked up at the ceiling, his hand moving down his hair and his face. 
I didn't know what to say to this. It was so odd. Mildred was confident about my elimination and I thought something was off-putting. Repeating 'eliminating' continuously to get at me proof she knew a Black girl was not supposed to be a queen consort in this kingdom. Even if the king liked me, and I supposed he did, he wouldn't be able to wed me. This was what I believe. I could be wrong on so many levels. "I have to go." 
"Karyn," he said weakly.
"You should spend the day with her. Pick flowers in the garden or something. Make your time with her worthwhile. I will find something to do."