Lust Next Door - S01 E30

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Lust Next Door - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

"And what's that?"

"Well, one, piss off my parents for looking positively provocative. And two. Give my new guard a wave of desire he's forbidden from having." I giggled and narrowed fox like eyes at her, doing a twirl to let the red fabric wash around the floor in tendrils of feathery crimsons. "Oh how dishonorable it is for a knight to lust for his royals." I mocked as I spun.

"My lady do be careful!" Dasha said but I kept spinning, enjoying the way my cold room looked warped around my cyclone vision.

Flashes of color, my room a familiar new array of spinning scenes. I liked how I felt feathery on my feet, light and airy as each step made me spin a little faster. I laughed, the dizziness rocking my light steps but pressed on, my room spinning so quickly it looked like blurs of itself.

I loved how it felt like teleportation, like the spinning might teleport me out of this palace. Somewhere freer.

Suddenly the dizziness captured my feet, slipping them on the marbled floor, I crashed into my vanity in a fit of giggles. Sending combs and compacts flying to the floor.

Dasha gasped and ran up to me but in an instant my door flung open, metals sounded like jingles as they clanged together. And even though I had stopped, the world continued to spin around as if desperately trying to complete my teleport.

It would just have to wait.

I groaned as strong cool arms wrapped around me, bringing me up on to my unsteady feet easily, as if I was just another feather.

I couldn't see very clearly, but I knew that the cold metal feel wasn't from Dasha's frail embrace.

"Augh." I groaned and winced my eyes closed in order to gain my vision back.

"Are you alright Princess?" A low deep voice rumbled close to me.

Now I was certain that it wasn't Dasha.

I blinked a few times, narrowing my brows together as the face before me grew clearer.

It wasn't feminine at all, quite the opposite. A rigid, sternly set face stared back at me, slightly brown stubble decorated his chiseled jaw. I follow his face up, noticing his full but scared lips. Up further and I saw an angular nose, dark brown eyes, with long wistful lashes. Thick, Light brown brows were there to push his eyes down in a stone like look of concern. And finally I saw the tufts of dirty blonde hair, spilling out in sandy waves from his iron helmet.

Handsome, startlingly handsome, was my first coherent thought.

My eyes then whipped over to Dasha, she was staring at the large man as well, eyes wide with so many emotions I couldn't place what she was thinking.

"My lady, are you hurt?" He asked again, a bit more forceful as he held the entirety of my weight.

Finally, the cliche 'damsel in distress' situation dawned on me.

I was no damsel, and I was in no distress.

I lunged out of his arms and stumbled back on my unsteady feet. Taking a minute to stand up fully straight and glare daggers at the man.

"I am quite alright. I don't remember summoning you into my chambers?" I spat out venomously at the broad man, fully taking in the sheer size of him now that I was standing back.

He was massive, and scary looking, even with dusty blond hair. He was muscular, and tall, and definitely the Grand Cross. My guard.

I could tell before he even opened his mouth.

"Princess, I heard a crash along with your lady's maid gasp. I had reason enough to enter, it's my duty now as-"

"My guard. Oh trust me, Grand Cross, I could tell by how dreadful I feel right now." I glared, crossing my arms around under my breasts.

He stared at me, I could tell he was forcing his expression to remain in a cold neutral expression instead of a glare that matched mine.

As we stared off, his gaze broke from mine for a millisecond. Raking down my body in quick but careful observation, when they returned to mine, a fiery spark was ignited there. He let the scowl he was hiding win his features.

I smirked.

"Then I'm glad I didn't have to waste my time explaining it to you. If you're alright. I'll be at my post outside your door. My lady." His words rivaled mine in spiteful malice.

Dripping with anger.

The way he said 'my lady' and looked at me immediately stifled me. How dare he speak to me such a way.

I turned to Dasha who looked as if she wanted to disappear, staring at us with wide eyes and pursed lips, quiet as a mouse.

"Dash, Would you mind stepping out of the room, this knight here has lost his fucking mind."

Dasha didn't need any more convincing, she turned quickly and dashed to the door. The minute the cedar slammed shut, I whipped my head to his.

That's when I caught his eyes roaming all over my body, taking in all the curves I wasn't allowed to show, tracing the line of my empire waist, watching how my large breasts pressed above and defined my cleavage. In the instant I looked away, his eyes were observing, taking all of me in, undressing me under his intense stare.

"What's your name." I said advancing slowly to him, the beautiful red silks of my dress tickling my legs underneath.

"Grand Cross Anderson." He replied cooly, arms folded behind his back, standing straight, just the spitting image of honor and royal obedience. Or at least he would've been, if it weren't for his hard set face. I could see right past it, see right into his anger and hatred.

And people thought I had a bad attitude.

"No. You're first name." A vixen grin spread across my lips while I put a hand on my defined hip.

"That's unprofessional, I cannot give you my first name my lady." He stood firmly rooted in his professional stance.

A rod stuck right up his back, he was good, not squirming. Not nearly as nervous as most of the guards I encountered.

He'd be fun.

I sauntered up to him, now taking in his body covered in impressive metals and steels. I ran my nail across his chest plate, before flicking my narrowed gaze to his again. He was looking down at me through a thin sideways glare, permanent stone lipped frown, and red burning passion in his eyes.

"I don't care what you think or feel about professionalism. You serve me, correct?" I whispered dangerously low as I circled him like a vulture, walking around his back. I took my time to take in him in, a shame I was about to break this man, he was drop dead gorgeous.

I had half the mind to demand him to take off his armor so I could see what lied beneath. It was tempting, but I had a game to play here.

"Yes, My princess." He groaned out as I rounded him, now in line of his piercing sight as I faced him, I grabbed the top of his chest plate and yanked him down to my level.

He sneered at me as I held his armor down, he could easily over power me physically, but he wouldn't, because I had an impalpable power over him, I was royal.

I smirked right in his face, getting close, he stared into my eyes now not letting any hatred hide under his professionalism. He glared at him as I giggled, our breaths mingling with heated feelings, our lips dangerously close as I toyed with him. His gaze flicked down to my smirking lips, before returning to my gaze.

Heat spread through my body quickly, which surprised me. I had to gulp, my smile faltering for only a moment.

I could smell his spiced bourbon and cedar scent, it filled my nose like a toxin, made my body hot. He oozed sex, power, and if I didn't hold such a strong front. If I didn't practice this act daily, I might've crumbled right then and there under his narrowed stone gaze.

That idea only made me more angry.

"What. Is. Your. Name." I spat out.

He replied evenly, his words dark and set in a growl, "Gray."