The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 80: Letter

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down.

I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out.

I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages.

“Woah” I blurted, carefully putting the papers back in place.

I carefully unfolded the letter on the top. My eyes widened as I delved into the letter. My brows furrowed intensely as I read its intense words that seemed like a passionate love confession.

I could feel the flush creeping up my cheeks as I read the first sentence in the second paragraph, completely absorbed. These are some R18 letters! Suddenly, I heard Nicholas's footsteps approaching.

“Shit” I cursed.

Panic shot through me, and I swiftly closed the letter, sliding it back into the book just in time for him to notice.

His smirk told me he'd caught me on time as he sauntered over, “Why do you look like you just caught doing something or should I say…..reading something dirty?”

“W-what are you saying? I-I’m not” I cleared my throat.

Seriously Florence? You can’t reply without stuttering and making it even more obvious? Arghh!

I was on the verge of jumping off the table when he suddenly positioned himself between my legs. Without missing a beat, he leaned in, plucking one of the letters from the book behind me. My heart raced at the unexpected closeness, and I couldn't help but feel flustered; my cheeks probably gave away more than I wanted.

Clearing my throat, I attempted to push him away, feeling the heat pool between my legs. “Hey, can you move?”

He just smirked and extended the paper towards me again, pressing himself more between my thighs. My brows shot up when I felt his hardness against my center, poking at my entrance. The more he pressed, the more desire grew within me.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, unknowingly pressing myself more against him. My eyes were hooded, my pupils dilated, and my voice seemed to escape me.

I felt his hands rubbing on my thigh, and my dress had hiked up, revealing my legs. He leaned into my ear, nipping my earlobe, making me bite my lip and close my eyes from the wave of pleasure running along my skin.

“Read the letter for me, Florence,” he huskily demanded.

As he pulled away, I met his intense green eyes staring back at me. His jaw tightened as if he were controlling himself, and the motion of his thumb on my thigh turned into his whole hand, covering almost my leg.

“Why?” I breathed slowly, half-dazed from how good his hand felt on my skin and half-sane.

“Just do it. Trust me, this will be fun,” he replied, his voice rough and low, while he continued squeezing my leg.

Shakily, I raised the letter and looked at the first paragraph.

“As I sit down to write these words—”

“Not that, the second paragraph,” he whispered casually as if he were not kneading my thigh and his fingers were not brushing close to my center.

I tried my best to focus my gaze on the second paragraph, but I could feel my heart hammering against my chest in anticipation and desire. My cheeks heated up as I internally read the first word. Yeah, this is the part I noticed in the letter; that’s why I was going to hide it earlier.

I raised my eyes to him, shaking my head, “I think we should replace this one. It’s kind of boring.”

He smirked, “Boring? Really? Then read it again so we can properly judge it.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the paper tightly. Clearing my throat, I softly read, “I would let my gaze linger along your face, then I will shamelessly look at you.”

I looked at him again, perhaps searching for a sign that he wanted me to stop, but I only found him looking intensely at me, his gaze descending to my lips.

“What happens next, Florence?” he asked huskily. That made me even hotter than I already was. I was too weak with his low and husky voice.

“Uhm….” I frowned at the next words. “I would drag my finger in the delicate arch of your collarbones and go lower until I am in the valley of your chest.”

I gasped when he suddenly lifted his hand and placed his index finger on my collarbones, gently tracing it down between the lines of my breasts. I think I know what he is playing now.

“Nicholas—”

He raised an amused brow and asked, “Am I in the letter?” His hands were still in between my breasts.

“No, but—”

“Then continue reading it, Florence. We knew we both wanted to play for a little while.”

I stared at him for a second, seeing the burning lust in his eyes. And I made up my mind after all; he was my mate. Mine. Screw it. I brought my focus back on the letter and started to read.

“I will let my hand travel back up your body until I look into your eyes.”

I tensed when I felt his big and rough hands traveling upward from my leg to my waist, to my sides, then stopping at my lips as if he knew what was next in the letter.

With shaky breath, I continued, “I would let my gaze linger on your lips—so soft, red, and full. I'll nip at the bottom swell and stroke my tongue between your lips like silk and velvet.”

“Since I can't claim these sinful lips of yours, I'll have another,” he huskily said, stroking my parted lips with his thumb and gently pinching them, sending another wave of heat to my core.

“Why?” I let out more breath than I intended. My chest rose and fell from how my heart raced in anticipation.

“It's your rule, baby,” he replied, intently staring at my lips as if he wanted to kiss me but was controlling himself.

Ah, right. I told him last time that he wasn't allowed to kiss me unless he wanted to make me his Luna. I am now having second thoughts about whether that rule was a good idea or not because right now, I am just freaking frustrated. I want to kiss him so badly.