Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 307: R18- Seducing her King

–Alyssa–

I understand now why he trusts me.

I’m in his bedroom, cheering him up without interrupting him. Just being here. Present. Quiet. He naturally teaches me a few things—what I should see, what I shouldn’t. Aunt Ines once told me this is how our Empire works, and now, I finally understand what she meant.

I used to imagine how my family handled things. A few people here and there. Maybe hired assassins. Or perhaps my big brother secretly commanding an entire army. That was how I liked to picture him—untouchable, terrifying, brilliant.

"I already prepared things for our trip," I said casually.

He turned his head toward me.

"It’s three days away," he grinned. "Are you that excited?"

"Of course." I smiled playfully and reached for his shirt. "We can have our early honeymoon."

He froze.

Straightened.

Muttered something to himself that I couldn’t quite catch.

Then he turned to me, eyes sharp.

"Is this why you checked the internet on how to please a man?"

I raised my brows.

Oh.

He checked my browsing history.

"Hey!" I protested. "That’s not fair. You snooped."

He pointed calmly at the router.

"Babe," he said evenly, "I control the Wi-Fi."

I snorted and stood.

"Whatever. I’m going to sleep. I have an exam tomorrow."

I bent down, lifted his chin, and kissed his lips softly.

"Good night."

"Hmm," he nodded.

Back in my room, I crawled onto the bed and picked up the puzzling box. Messy. Geometric. Useless-looking. I twisted it out of habit.

It moved.

My eyes widened.

I turned it again. Still locked.

I turned on the lamp and inspected it closely.

Damn it.

Now I definitely couldn’t sleep.

I turned off the air conditioner and went back to his room.

He was working—windows everywhere. He switched screens quickly when he saw me.

"Lock the door," he said quietly.

I did.

When I approached, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, arms slipping around his neck.

"Honestly," he muttered, "it’s better to be horny than depressed."

I laughed and smacked his chest lightly, then hugged him tighter as he buried his face against me.

"What is it?"

"My heart aches," he whispered. "There are too many traitors around us."

I hummed thoughtfully.

"Maybe we can make love so you’ll forget."

"Maybe," he said softly. "But you still haven’t solved that puzzle."

I glanced at the box in my hand—his birthday gift to me.

"You’re still young, Aly. I won’t ruin your future."

"But..." I tilted my head, pouting. "I have dirty dreams about you. All the time. You’re either on top of me, or I’m on top of you." I shrugged lightly. "It’s driving me insane, too."

His pupils dilated.

He looked genuinely shocked.

He lifted my chin as I leaned in—but instead of kissing me, he just stared at my lips.

"Stay here," he whispered.

I nodded.

He typed something quickly, then angled the small screen toward me.

My eyes widened.

A list.

One name stood out.

The maid.

That’s why he wanted me here.

He kissed my wrist gently.

"Go to bed. I’ll join you."

I stood there for a moment, watching him.

He looked... broken. Like something inside him had gone quiet.

I climbed onto his bed, still holding the puzzle box, watching his back as he worked. I felt sorry for him. And I realized—he wasn’t just tired.

He was scared.

Because Ms. Christina, the maid in this apartment, was one of the traitors.

I hugged his pillow and waited.

I yawned, trying to stay awake.

Eventually, sleep pulled me under.

I woke when the mattress shifted.

He was there.

I glanced at the robot beside the bed.

"Why is it facing us?" I asked sleepily.

"Your brothers," he murmured. "They want to make sure we don’t do anything. Other than sleep."

He placed extra pillows between us.

I scooted away obediently as he pulled a separate blanket.

He reached for my hand.

I took it.

He pressed it briefly to his lips—then to his chest.

"Let’s sleep."

I giggled and nestled closer to the barricade of pillows.

Lorenzo.

Sweet. Loving. Always teasingly dangerous. Respectful. Careful.

My first love.

Probably.

–Livana–

Lore had sorted everything out.

Still, we did not move.

They would discover it on their own—eventually. For now, it was better to watch. Observation is a blade best kept sheathed until the angle is perfect.

I arrived in England, where my husband and son were currently staying, housed in a secluded villa. As always, I wore a wide, elegant hat and a veil—my silhouette familiar to danger, yet untouchable. The limousine rolled to a smooth stop at the end of the driveway, a marble fountain of Venus resting at its center, water spilling endlessly, patient and beautiful—like power itself.

I stepped inside as Commander White retrieved my bags.

The foyer greeted me with silence. Too quiet.

No Sky.

I moved instinctively toward the kitchen, heels muted against polished stone. There, I found my little one singing happily with Jane. She was preparing snacks while Sky sat perched on his baby high chair, legs swinging, voice bright and careless.

"Where are the boys?" I asked, removing my hat.

Sky turned first.

"Mama?"

Then his entire body followed. "Mama!"

I smiled and approached him, removing my silk gloves and slipping them into my purse before kissing the crown of his head.

"Hello, my sweet, handsome Sky."

He squealed in delight, trembling with excitement as he threw his arms up. I placed my purse on the chair, lifted him effortlessly, and held him close.

"Pretty! Mama!" He reached for my face, kissed my nose. "Pretty, Mama!"

"Thank you, baby."

I glanced at Jane.

"Well," she said, smiling, "your husband and Damien went out to pick up a few things."

"Alright." I set Sky back down gently. "I’ll take a quick bath, then I’ll be back." I tapped his nose lightly. "Stay here and enjoy your foodie."

"Yay."

I picked up my purse and my hat.

"Thank you, Jane," I said lightly. "I’ll take a long bath—to surprise my husband."

Jane laughed and nodded.

"Whatever, Liva."

I walked away already smiling—softly, privately—because some surprises are not weapons.

Some are promises.

****

In the opulent bathroom, I took my time sinking into the bathtub, essential oils blooming through the steam like whispered indulgence. I prepared the bed in advance—fresh linens, towels folded within reach—everything placed with intention. I had felt unusually warm these past few days. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was simply the absence of my husband.

I lingered.

I dried my hair slowly, strand by strand, cleansed my face with practiced care, and smoothed lotion over my skin until it glowed, soft and awake. Finally, I slipped into a negligee.

I paused.

Then shook my head and chose something far more daring—something that would leave him helpless. The thought of my husband stumbling over his own feet made me laugh quietly to myself.

I climbed onto the bed, pulled the duvet up just enough, and scrolled idly through my tablet as I waited for him. Time stretched.

When he finally arrived—with bags in hand—Sky greeted him first. I rolled my eyes. I, meanwhile, had been waiting far longer.

He lingered, chatting with Damien, until Commander White appeared. Only then did realization dawn on him—I was home.

I adjusted my hair. Smoothed the sheer fabric of my negligee. Slowly pushed the duvet aside and lay on my stomach, deliberate, unhurried.

The door closed.

His footsteps approached.

"Babe—"

He froze.

I heard the sharp inhale, the pause, the quiet betrayal of his composure. His jaw dropped; he cleared his throat.

"I’ll... take a quick shower."

"Hmm." I nodded, lips curving faintly.

I smirked to myself.

Victory, after all, does not always require strategy.

Sometimes, it simply requires patience.

***Explicit Scene****

He was quick from the bath as I carefully sat up on the bed. I spread my legs a little to show him what he wanted as he sighed. He dropped the towel he had used to dry his body. He knelt in front of me by the edge of the bed and stared at my body.

"Oh, fuck me, Goddess," he said aloud.

He crawled over the bed, his hard cock saluting, heavy and damn. I want it inside me.

I can feel the heat between my legs. I bit my lower lip, teasing him as I caressed the mesh fabric and caressed my hard nipples.

"Ah," His breathing became ragged. "Wife," He reached my ankle and kissed it. Then, he kissed my calves, and he finally shoved his face between my legs. My back arches as soon as his mouth touches my labia.

I spread my legs, leaned on the headboard, and my back arched.

"Hmm," He muttered as he scooped me and put me down. He glanced at the toys I had prepared by the bedside, over the fresh towels.

I reached his manhood, hard, a little dark. That heavy big head on top. A mushroom. I swallowed hard as I stared down at that big, hard cock that always gives me pleasure.

He caressed my skin and sucked my neck.

"Hmm, I wanted to fuck you right now." He sighed. "But you deserve orgasms first."

He carried me again like I weighed nothing, over the bed, pulled my ankles, my butt already hanging at the edge. He took the lube, put an amount over my pubic area, and rubbed it. His fingers just carelessly rubbed my clitoris.

Then, that wand vibrates, teasing me over my lower abdomen.

And damn, before I knew it, he was teasing my clitoris with that vibrator. And his damn hard cock slammed inside me.

I screamed out in pleasure. God, it’s amazing.

The way his cock pleased me just made me squirt so quickly.