I walked into the bedroom and my eyes spotted Queen sitting at the bench beside the window. She hugged her knees against her as she looked out at the night sky, and I took a moment to study her. I wanted to know the woman she was when nobody else was around.

An orange bandana wrapped around her head, pushing her beautiful ringlets out of her face and letting her curls fall down her shoulders. An oversized long sleeve shirt-no doubt mine was draped over her body, leaving her legs completely exposed. I could hear her heartbeat, slow and steady, yet I wondered what thoughts lingered in her mind at this time of night for her to look so engrossed in her thinking.

The fireplace below the mounted television in the room burned brightly, filling the room with the natural light from the flames. I set my keys down on the dresser, intentionally getting her attention and she smiled as she turned to me. "Hey."

"Hi." I set the bag of food down, and make my way toward her. I kissed the top of her head before sitting in the space in front of her and rubbing her leg. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she assured me. "Thanks for asking."

I didn't know if she was telling me the full truth, but I couldn't read her well enough to be able to call her out on it. Most of her problems seemed to rest on the people in her life she called a family, and I was reminded of the lists of confessions burning a hole in my pocket. I glanced between Queen and the fire, suddenly coming up with an idea, and I pulled out the letters.

"What's that?"

"They're for you," I said. Originally, the plan was for me to read them and hopefully one day get revenge on them for the things they did to her, but it didn't feel right anymore. This did. "It's your sister and father's...I guess you could say list of sins. I thought it'd be therapeutic for you to burn them or something. It kind of sounds stupid now that I'm saying it out loud..."

She reached out for the papers, slowly opening them and I sat back, watching her reactions. "If it's any consolation, I didn't read any of it," I added lowly.

She peeked up at me before returning to her reading, and I remained quiet. A blank look was on her face as she flipped through the multiple pages, and when she was done, a single tear fell down her face. She quickly wiped it away, biting the inside of her cheek as she folded them back up.

Her eyes landed on mine, a silent understanding taking place between us as I stood up. I held out a hand for her and she accepted it. I led her to the fireplace, bending down to open the small doors and when the flames roared, I turned to her. Without so much as another thought, she tossed the papers inside.

A proud swell spread in my chest as she remained standing tall, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around me, snuggling into my shoulders as we watched the fire destroy whatever was left of what Xyla and Jonathan had written.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Always, Princess."

My phone rang in my pocket and I rolled my eyes at the interruption before pulling it out and seeing my mother's contact. "Hello?" I answered.

"I have bad-"

"You always call me with bad news." I sighed.

"And I'm so sorry about that, but Xyla's parents would like to meet for breakfast in the morning."

"Fuck," I groaned, making Queen look up at me. "Do they not have fucking food in Heaven?! They're here every day for lunch or breakfast."

My mother laughed before abruptly stopping. "Stop making me laugh! This is serious. Jonathan went home to a note on his door from Queen's stalker and was a bit spooked. He wants to figure out their identity."

I shook my head at his sudden want to figure it out. When they were just bothering Queen, he didn't call an entire meeting to discuss who they were. In fact, he didn't talk about it all. But now since it was him, the entire world had to pause to help him.

If it weren't for the person bothering Queen, I would've told my mother to tell him to shove it, but this wasn't just for him. The sooner we figured it who it was, the safer Queen would be. "Okay, we'll be there." I sighed.

"Also, tell Queen that her parents will be bringing Sebastian along with them," she said. "They wanted her to know."

My jaw clenched, and the hold on my phone tightened as I took a deep breath. "Okay." We said our goodbyes and I tossed my phone onto my bed.

"What's going on?"

"Your parents are coming over tomorrow for breakfast," I muttered, removing my jacket. "They'd like you to know that your boyfriend is tagging along."

"My boyfriend?"

"Sebastian."

She laughed, slightly shaking her head and I focused on something else. There was nothing about this situation that I found funny. It was clear that he liked her and it was one thing for him to help her once, but I didn't want him constantly in her life. "Are you jealous, Syn?"

"Of what?" I sat down at the edge of the bed and looked up at her.

"Sebastian."

"Jealous of him? No." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever the hell you two have going on has nothing to do with me."

Queen sighed, stepping between my legs and tilting my face up to hers. "Do you remember yesterday when I promised you that I was yours?" I looked into her eyes, nodding slightly as she rubbed the stubble on my jaw. She bit the inside of her cheek, looking down before looking back into my eyes. "I didn't say it just because you asked, Syn. I meant it. I want you...really really badly, so don't push me away."

I sighed, pulling her closer to me and nodding. "There's nothing going on between the both of you?"

"Nothing at all. We're just friends."

"Okay, I'm trusting you." I gave in, a slow smile spreading across her lips. I leaned closer to us to get lost in her, but my phone rang again, interrupting us yet again. "Fuck," I hissed, making Queen laugh.

"What?!" I answered, not bothering to check who called.

"Well hello to you too, motherfucker," my father said. "You seriously need to work on your greetings."

"What do you want?"

"How come I am just finding out from Genesis that a stalker is on the loose?" He asked. "You're supposed to keep me updated on all things concerning the palace."

"I sent you a text."

"A text?" he deadpanned. "I don't text, Syn. You know this. What the hell is going on over-"

"I'll just come to you," I said quickly, not wanting to discuss anything revealing in front of Queen. "Give me twenty minutes." I hung up the phone and looked up at Queen who was watching me with curious eyes.

"Is everything okay?"

"I have to go speak with my father."

She frowned. "When will you be back?"

"I'm sure you know time works differently in Hell," I said. "I plan on speaking to him for only an hour or so, but I'll probably be back by tomorrow morning before the breakfast."

She nodded slowly, her fingers toying with my hair. "I see. You're leaving now?"

I glanced at my watch and clicked my tongue. "In about eighteen minutes or so. Why-"

Her lips pressed against mine as she got off my lap, and laid her hands on my chest, slightly pushing me back. She straddled my hips, pulling her shirt over her head and exposing her full breasts. I grew stiff beneath her, by body begging for hers as her tongue moved against my neck.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll let you go," she whispered.

"Ten minutes for what?" I asked, my voice coming out more strained than I wanted as she pressed her lips against my neck. "Queen..." her mouth teased at my skin as she began unbuttoning my shirt and I swallowed a breath. Her warm tongue moved down my bare chest down to my torso and when her hand reached for my belt, she looked up at me.

"Do I have your consent, Syn?"

"Hmm?" I hummed distractedly, distracted by her full lips and seductive smile. "My consent?" I asked, and she nodded in response. "Always, Princess. You don't need to ask me..."

She smiled up at me, biting her lower lip as she carefully unlatched my belt. I closed my eyes as I felt her hand glide over my cock, and when she lowered my boxers and wrapped her hand around me, my entire body heated. Fuck. This girl was going to drive me insane.

"Shit," I heard her whisper. Her hand moved away from me and I looked down at her in confusion. Her brows were furrowed and her head was tilted as she looked at- no, studied, my dick.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want the truth or the lie?"

"Both," I said.

"Which first?" She looked up at me.

"The lie."

"I umm..." she rubbed her neck. "I'm warming up my amazing throat. She's received so many compliments and-"

"The truth, Queen."

"Well, I don't know where to go from here. I've never done...this...before."

Oh?

I covered my eyes, embarrassed by what I had just done and said. I honestly was confident. I was...I was sure of my every movement until I actually held his length in my hands. I realized right then in there that it was too much to take in, literally and metaphorically. So I just stared at it like a weirdo.

"This is so humiliating," I whispered, peeking up at him between my fingers. "That was a turn off, wasn't it?"

"Stand up," he said, gently grabbing my arm to help me up. He pressed a kiss against my forehead before kissing my lips, and I instantly relaxed. He always knew what to do. His soft lips moved against mine as he held his hand softly around my throat with his other caressing the hem of my shorts. The motion was teasing yet he made no moves to take them off.

When he pulled away, I was left breathless and craving his mouth on me again, but he just looked at me for a moment before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'll teach you."

I nodded, swallowing a nervous breath as he guided me towards the bed and sat down. I placed my hands on his thighs, kneeling down in front of him and he kept his eyes on me. A rush of excitement floated through me at the anticipation of what was going to happen and I bit my lip, holding back a smile.

He leaned forward, holding out a hand and I placed my hand into his. "You were doing everything right before," he said as he gently guided my hand towards his length. With his instruction, my fingers wrapped around his thick base and I looked up to him for what to do next.

I'd watched porn before and I wasn't completely oblivious, but I didn't want to fuck up.

"I have a feeling you know more than you're letting on, Queen."

I- My mouth slightly dropped as he somehow read my mind and I shrugged. "I mean...I'm not stupid. I just don't want to do a bad job. If you help me and I do badly, it'll be your fault. If I do it on my own and...fuck that'll be so bad." I grimaced.

"Stop worrying so much." He cupped my cheek. "Who cares? It's already driving me crazy that you chose me to be the first one to be in that sweet mouth of yours, Princess. I don't care that it will be horrible."

"Excuse me?" I raised my brows in shock. "Horrible? Who says it's going to be horrible?"

"I mean..." he began, tilting his head. "Judging from your apprehension and experience...Plus you don't seem sure of yourself at all so-"

"Shut the fuck up, Syn. Just...shut your lips." I waved my hand at him. "This may be my first time, but I never said I'd be horrible."

"I'm just letting you know that no matter the outcome-"

"Shh!"

With a new drive to suddenly prove him wrong, I took a deep breath and tried to vividly remember everything I had seen in pornos. Those women had the confidence of goddesses and I in no way would be able to compare, but there was no way in Hell I'd let Syn be right.

Not about this.

I flexed my hand around the smooth skin of his dick and let out a deep breath before leaning closer. I let my tongue circle around his tip before licking up and down his shaft. I smiled to myself when I heard the sharp intake of his breath from above me.

When he was coated with my saliva, I placed a hand on his thigh and slowly slid him into my mouth. I bobbed my head slowly up and down his length, getting used to his size as his deep groans filled my ears. I moved my hand up and down as I sucked his dick, and his body reacted, small tremors erupting from him when my tongue swirled around a certain part.

"Shit..." he whispered, his hand getting fisting my hair. The pain from the tug reminded me of his strength, but instead of it alerting me to slow down, it sent a rush of heat straight between my legs and spurred me to take him in further.

Not knowing my own limits, I took him in and immediately gagged. I suddenly pulled away, my eyes watery as I held a hand over my chest. "I-I can't fucking breathe." I fanned myself. "Shit!"

"Have you been holding your breath this entire time?" Syn asked out of breath as he looked down at me with a look in his eyes I hadn't seen before.

"I mean...yeah." I breathed out. "With a few breaths here and there."

"You can breathe through your nose, you know?" He whispered.

I furrowed my brows, letting what I said run through my mind before nodding slowly. "Oh wow, that's a good idea. Why didn't I think about that?"

"You seemed...busy."

I smiled at him, taking his bit of advice before pushing him back and taking him into my mouth again. I jerked him in my hand as my mouth sucked him off and his body responded wildly. His grip on my hair didn't seem to be a movement of his control anymore and his breathing was erratic.

"If..if you don't want me to come in your mouth, stop now," he said in a hoarse voice.

Did I want him to? I didn't know what to expect, but I figured now would be the best time to figure out whether or not I was into it. With that, I ignored his warning and continued, slowing down my movements yet making them more significant.

After a few more seconds, I felt him twitch in my mouth before a warm fluid filled my mouth. I pulled away slowly, swallowing the liquid and my mind tried to register the mildly salty taste. There was a hint of sweetness in it that surprised me, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Would I do it again? Definitely. Did I want to drink a whole cup of it? No fucking way.

"Did I do a good job?" I asked. Judging from what just happened, I knew I did something right but I wanted to hear him say it. I didn't know why his praise felt necessary to me at the moment, but I wanted it.

"You did amazing," he whispered, leaning towards me and kissing my head. A smile spread across my cheeks and I felt wetness float to my core, making me clench my thighs again.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?"

"W-what?"

His eyes dropped down to my thighs and I cleared my throat, shaking my head slightly. "No, it's fine. You have to meet with your father."

"He can wait."

"Syn-" He stood up, lifting me from the floor and tossing me onto the bed. A laugh escaped me as I crashed down onto the mattress and looked at Syn who was rushing to remove his clothes. "Syn come on, you told your dad you'd meet him."

"If you mention my father one more time I'm going to assume you want to see him more than I do," he said, moving his shirt over his shoulders. I watched him with an astonished stare as I took in his naked body. As flawed as everyone seemed to make him out to be, I couldn't point out one. Everything- every single detail, hair on his body, every scar seemed carefully placed on him making him the beautiful man standing in front of me.

It was only now that I realized that I had never seen him like this before- completely bare to me. Maybe I hadn't paid attention...but I was looking now. Tattoos were painted across his torso, chest, and parts of his arms. Looking deeper, I noticed that the placement of the black ink on his body was in sync with the faint scars on him- like he purposefully tatted over them to hide them.

If that were the case I wondered why there were none on his back. The long and jagged marks on his sculpted back weren't covered at all. If someone were behind him they could see the inhumane torture he had endured like a canvas right in front of them.

It made me realize that Syn wasn't hiding his pain from the world...he was hiding them from himself. Only the areas he could see were covered and it made my heart hurt to think that there were parts of him that even he himself couldn't bear to look at.

"What's wrong?" He asked, moving towards me on the bed. He took my ankle in his hand and pulled it, making me land on my back and I laughed softly as he crawled on top of me. He looked down at me with inquisitive eyes and I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck and tracing my fingers along his soft skin. "What is it, Queen?"

"I just," I started. "I think you're beautiful, Syn."

"Ew. Stop saying that," he groaned, laying a kiss on my neck. "You're the beautiful one, Princess. Right now you want me so you see what you want to see. That'll fade one day."

"That's awfully pessimistic." I frowned. "Is that how you'll view me as well?"

"No." He lifted his head and looked down at me. "I can't imagine anything about you fading for me."

"Then why do you say it about me? What if I feel the same?"

"It's impossible."

"How-" His hand moved slowly between us and slipped under my panties, making my breath catch as he teased my clit. My train of thought was immediately forgotten at the contact and I moaned as his finger dipped into me, followed by another. I knew this was a tactic to change topics, but I couldn't stop him. I needed him.

Badly. There would be time to talk later.

He leaned down to me and began planting small kisses on my lips and on my neck. I moaned as his lips traveled down my body and I felt the wetness between my legs, aching for him.

Syn kissed his way back to my lips and looked into my eyes as he placed one hand near my head to steady himself. He used his other hand to pump himself a few times and a moment later I felt his tip at my entrance.

The eye contact he was holding with me became incredibly intimate and I looked away. My heart was already beating wildly out of my chest, it'd explode if I looked back at him while he was looking at me the way he was. Not satisfied with my actions, he guided my face back to his and shook his head. "We're not doing that."

I nodded nervously and got comfortable underneath him.

"Ready?"

"Set go," I said with a nervous laugh. I couldn't help myself. Before I could explain my joke his lips were back on mine.

"I told you to stop doing that," he said.

I let out a soft laugh as I took a deep breath. At this point I wanted him to plunge into me because he was taking forever and I was getting heated. It was like my sex was calling for him and the feeling was strange.

"You're soaking wet, Princess." He said with amusement and lust mixing in his eyes.

"Syn..."

"Do I have your consent, Queen?"

At that point, I lost it. I was trying to be patient but he was playing with me. He was circling my clit with his penis and it felt amazing, but right now that's not where I wanted him.

"Yes! Please, just do it," I begged. He raised his brow at me and before he could tease me again, I went crazy. "Syn, if you don't fuck me right now I-"

I was cut off with Syn thrusting into me and I moaned loudly as my back arched. I winced in pain as I tried to get used to his large size and he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. He kept doing it until my cries of pain turned into ones of pleasure and I was clawing at his back.

He brought his lips to my ear and kissed my neck. "You're going to wake the entire palace, Princess."

I knew that being in a palace full of vampires, I should've been worried about that, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I wrapped my legs around Syn as he began plunging into my core.

I began moaning involuntarily with each thrust and my body shuddered. My eyes fluttered shut as he continued and I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. That earned a groan from him but didn't halt his movement, they became more raw and animalistic if anything.

My legs began quivering and my body was writhing under his as I got close. He looked into my eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Don't come."

My mouth dropped at his words and I pouted. I was close to my climax and if he kept fucking me like this, his words would become a distant memory. I wondered what would happen if I disobeyed but I didn't feel like finding out today. I tried my best to follow his command and nodded quickly.

He lifted me up a bit and grabbed the headboard and he quickened his pace. I grabbed onto his strong arms and tried to control my breathing, but I couldn't stop the I spontaneous quivering of my legs.

I watched Syn as he pounded into me and my heart stopped. I meant my words when I said he was beautiful. He looked like a god. I mean he was close enough to one but damn.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from making too much noise and Syn took a shaky breath. "This pussy was made for me," he said, his voice filled with lust.

I would've replied but I was too reckless with my mouth right now and I refused to say something weird and ruin the moment.

"Come with me," he whispered.

With his words I let myself go with one last moan and I felt his warmness inside of me. His body shivered above me and he pulled out of me as he collapsed on top of me. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to steady myself and I never felt so out of shape in my life. Syn lifted his head and laid a kiss on my chest before raising himself up and looking between my legs.

"That's hot," he said.

"And you called me strange," I said with a small laugh. He helped me off the bed and I stood on shaky legs. I tried to take a step, but my lower body felt weak.

"Can you not walk, Princess?"

"Shut up." I muttered. I felt something warm drip down my leg and my eyes widened as I realized what it was. Syn saw it too but he licked his lips and his eyes became hooded with desire all over again.

"We can shower after one more time," he said. Before I could say anything else, he lifted me and threw me onto the bed, climbing on top of me once again and making sure I'd miss him for the rest of the night.

꧁꧂

Two Hours Later

My father and I sat down in his office, an awkward silence filling the room. His eyes studied me as he clicked his pen repeatedly, and I raised my brows, urging him to speak. He stayed silent, swiveling in his chair with his eyes unmoving yet not revealing any of his thoughts.

"You're late," he muttered. "I've been waiting hours. I don't like waiting, Syn."

"I got held up with something."

Someone...

He nodded slowly, taking in my words yet not saying anything else as he stared at me. "What the hell are you looking at?" I finally spoke up.

"Just looking at my creation," he said, leaning his forearms on the desk. "There's something different about you. Care to tell me what it is?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I shook my head. "Can we talk about what I came here to talk about?"

"Tell me about her."

"What?"

"The girl you're seeing," he said. "It's Xyla's sister, correct? The one you asked me about last time you were here?"

"Who told you?" I sighed, walking up to the bar and pouring myself a drink.

"Your mother loves talking about you," he said. "Why didn't you tell me? And why didn't you tell me you turned?"

"Why do I need to tell you anything?" I asked, taking a sip of the amber liquor. "I'm an adult, and I have everything under control."

"How do you have everything under control if you're turning, Syn? You haven't done that in years so if anything, you're spiraling out of control." I rolled my eyes at my mother's inability to keep anything from my father and shook my head. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I admitted, "but I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine," he said. "Should I take a look into your head? Maybe I could find a way to reset your-"

"I said I'm fine," I snapped. "Why is it that now, when I'm feeling my best, you think that there's something wrong with me? I'm not some machine."

"I know that," he said. "I just worry."

"Well stop worrying," I assured him, making him sit back in his seat and nod.

"I'd still like to know about her," he said, "but I suppose that conversation could wait until after we discuss what you came here for."

I relaxed and took a seat, thankful that we were returning to a conversation I could handle, and I told him everything. I didn't leave a single detail out, and didn't pay mind to the inquisitive glances he sent my way when I mentioned Queen.

"Are you sure the girl was dead?" He asked in awe. "Maybe you made a mistake-"

"She had no heartbeat," I told him. "If you ask mother, she'll tell you the same thing."

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head against the back of the chair as he looked up in thought. "For once, I'm confused, Syn. I have no idea who they could be."

"Well, they seem to know you," I mumbled. "You were on their guest list for the party they want." He sat up, glancing at me in confusion and I pulled out my phone. "I took a picture of it." I scrolled through my phone, pulling out the image of the note and placing it in front of my father.

He picked up the phone, looking at it in boredom before suddenly freezing. His knuckles turned white from his grasp on my phone, and all the emotion drained from his face. "What is it?" I asked.

"I think I know who this is," he said lowly. "I may be wrong, but this writing...it feels too familiar."

"Who is it?"

He quickly shook his head, passing my phone back to me. "I don't want to worry anyone if I'm wrong, but do as she says. I'll confirm her identity at the party, but for all of our sakes, I hope I'm wrong."

"Why can't you just tell me?" I asked. "I wouldn't worry and you know that."

A slow smug smile spread across his lips and he swiveled in his chair. "What type of father would I be if I were to give you all the answers?"

"A good one," I muttered, angrily putting my phone away and shaking my head at him.

"I believe you're more than capable of figuring things out on your own, Syn. Especially if it's for this girl you like..." I scoffed. "I hope she's not distracting you from our plan."

"She's not."

"Then I'd love to hear more about her."