King's Virgin (5 page)

He came to her that
afternoon, bearing a manila envelope.

“
What is
that?” Cordova asked, frowning uneasily. She disliked the
melancholy look in his eyes.

Lyon handed it to
her. “See for yourself.”

Cordova opened the
envelope and carefully unfolded the letter. Her jaw dropped as she
scanned the contents—it was a proclamation declaring her
cleared of all charges and released from her sentence.

“
You…”
she lifted her shocked gaze to him. What could she say to this, when
she wasn’t sure herself as to how she felt about it?

Lyon shrugged. “You
are released from your service to me. I know you have been wishing to
return to your family.”

She should be
ecstatic but with a torrent of emotions swirling inside of her heart,
she could barely find the words. “I don’t know what to
say.”

Lyon arched a brow,
a hint of a smile on his face. But his eyes, blank of all emotion,
told the true story. He didn’t care one way or the other if she
left him. “You’d best get ready.”

He started to turn
away, and Cordova called out, “You seem very sure that I’ve
made up my mind to go.”

Lyon whirled back,
dark emotion swirling in his eyes. “You would choose a life
with me, knowing that we could never marry, and that any children you
bore with me would be bastards, over the constant and unchanging love
of your family?”

Cordova’s lips
moved, but no words came out, and the King laughed bitterly. “Don’t
raise my hopes with false promises, Miss Thomas. I’ll provide
you with a coach and any provisions you need for the journey.”

“
Why must you
be so cold?” Cordova lamented, throwing her hands up in the
air. “I feel like you are tossing me to the wayside, like a
broken toy you no longer have use for. Am I not desirable to you
anymore?”

Lyon yanked her
against him, growling, and kissed her, forcing her jaw wide as he
plunged his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was brutal, punishing,
and filled with a combination of longing and frustration. Even so,
Cordova melted into him, her body responding with the same fervor it
had when he’d first laid eyes on her.

Eventually, he
pulled away. “I will always want you, Cordova,” he
breathed, pushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “But I
cannot stand to see you in such torment. Go to your family. Be
happy.”

He turned on his
heel then, and began to walk away from her. Cordova called after him
once more, desperate, sorrowful. “I will come back to you.”

King Lyon paused at
the threshold of the door, only turning his head slightly to the side
but enough to where she caught the glistening in his eyes. “Go
home to your family, Cordova. You belong with them, not with me.”

Without another
word, he stepped over the threshold, and out of her life forever.

***

About The
Author:

Adriana Hunter is a
Canadian author who writes stories for those who live to dream. Her
stories run the gamut, from romance, fantasy, paranormal to
captivating stories of seductive medieval nights, and wild, adult
fairytales. If you are fascinated by unique tales Adriana will
deliver on her promise to create spellbinding stories that will
tantalize your senses and provoke your imagination.

Other Stories By
Adriana:

Red & The
Wolf – Fantasy Erotica – Adult Fairytales

Pleasuring
The Beast – Erotic Fantasy

Temptress
– Medieval Erotic Romance

Find out more about
Adriana Hunter and read her other stories at
http://www.AdrianaHunter.com