Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 111: Every single night

"I don’t know how I ended up sleeping with Evelyn in the first place because after I met you, my body fiercely resisted anytime a woman touched me," he said.

"My blood would run cold the more they tried to get close to me. But that night, after I returned from Serenevale, I missed you too much, and I also felt betrayed. I thought you lied to me, and everything we shared was a lie, so I drank myself into a stupor. I was so drunk, I don’t even remember how James and Adam found me and brought me back to the manor."

"I had spent the whole day in the tavern drowning my sorrows in alcohol. I vaguely remember having a dream about seeing you and kissing you, but after that, I didn’t remember the rest. When I woke up, Evelyn was lying beside me."

"The marks on her body and blood on the sheets all pointed to one thing. It came as a surprise when I saw I had gone all the way with her without feeling repulsed by her touch."

"I finally concluded that my body didn’t reject her because I thought it was you. The dream I had when I kissed you was her. When I found out she was pregnant, it was my own blood, but I hated it. Do you think I’m a bad person? I’ve hated the emperor all this while because he didn’t love me, and I’m just like him; I already hate my unborn child," Nicholas said, his voice full of guilt.

’So that was what happened?’

Lady Evelyn must have taken advantage of Nicholas’ drunken state and made him believe they had slept together.

Seeing Nicholas’ guilty expression, Luciana wondered if she should tell him the truth. It would take away his guilt, but what if this isn’t the right time to let him know?

Evelyn has not revealed her true colors yet. Besides, they were about to move to the main palace, and that is where she could set a trap for Noble Consort Margaret and Evelyn.

"I don’t think you are a bad person, and from everything we’ve seen so far in the dreams about our past lives, the emperor might not be your biological father," Luciana said in a calm voice, hoping not to agitate him. It must be very painful to find out the man you saw as a father isn’t your father.

"I know," Nicholas said.

"You knew?" Luciana asked in surprise.

"Not always, but I had already begun to think of it when you lost consciousness and I saw another version of myself looking like a monster in that dream state," Nicholas said.

"Would you want to verify if it’s true, or would you prefer to treat it like nothing happened?" Luciana asked, looking at him.

"I would like to search for answers, Luciana. I think I’ll have to leave Gloryland for a while. I need to find answers to the burning questions that have plagued my thoughts ever since I was a boy and realized I was somehow different from every royal," Nicholas said, and Luciana stared up at him.

"You want to leave me all alone here in Gloryland? Why don’t we go together? We can find out answers together," Luciana asked.

"I don’t know what I might encounter on my journey, and if I’m alone, I would be fast and return to you sooner, but if you’re with me, we might be slow, and it would take time," Nicholas said.

He didn’t tell her; he suspected she wasn’t also the real daughter of her family in Serenevale. She didn’t resemble the late king and queen of Serenevale in any way.

Also, knowing their real identities might help them break the curse, but he decided to keep that to himself for now.

"Luciana, can you tell me how many months are left until your 18th birthday?" Nicholas asked.

"Less than six months left, why? Does your wanting to search for answers have something to do with the curse?" She asked back.

Nicholas knew she was smart, but she was too smart for her own good.

"Yes, it has to do with the curse. I think we should be careful the next time we make love so that you don’t get pregnant...just not yet," Nicholas said.

"What if I’m already pregnant?" Luciana asked, placing her hand over her flat belly.

’In her previous life, they had only done it once, but she became pregnant soon after. In this life, they had already done it several times. Could she be pregnant?’

Nicholas also stared at her flat stomach with a worried look on his face; he knew it would be best if she wasn’t pregnant now. Their fruit would be affected by the curse since they have still not broken the curse.

"Should we summon the imperial physician to check?" Nicholas asked, and Luciana shook her head.

"It’s only been a week since we made love; I think it would be too early to tell," Luciana said.

"But I think we should summon him to check first so that he can prescribe some contraceptives for you. Before I leave the capital, I want to make love to you every single night," he said seductively and winked at her.

Luciana blushed at his words.

’Every single night? Would she even get the strength to walk these coming days?’ Luciana thought, a shiver running down her spine as she recalled his stamina and how good he was at making her beg for mercy while experiencing the highest pleasure possible, and she felt a familiar heat pull in her lower body.

"What are you thinking about? I guess it’s something dirty; your face looks red," he teased, and she blushed even harder.

"I’m not thinking about anything," she defended.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his voice hoarse and hypnotic as he grazed his lips on her ears and gently bit on it, causing her to bite her lips to suppress the moan that was about to escape from her lips.

In the next second, he positioned her on his lap with her back leaning on his chest. His left hand went under her breasts and caged her in his embrace.

His right hand gently rubbed on her legs, his fingers following in slow moments as he grazed them over her skin, leaving burning sensations in their wake, and went up, up to her thigh, pushing the material of her skirt out of the way while he did so.

She was wearing undergarments beneath her skirt, and his finger searched for where the waistband of her underwear was. When he found it, he roughly yanked it, and the material ripped, the sound particularly loud in the room.

Luciana’s breath hitched at his actions, but he was not done yet.

There was another underwear beneath the one he had just torn, and the material used in making that one was even thinner. It was made of linen and not like the first cotton one.

Nicholas didn’t even bother to tear this one. He forced her legs open, spreading them wider as his thumb found her honey pot and pressed on the underwear just at the entrance.

The only thing preventing skin-to-skin contact with her pussy was the thin material. It was damp with her juices.

He raised his thumb, brought it in front of her face, and added in a restrained voice as if he were holding in his emotions.

"You are wet," he said and licked his thumb that had her juices on it.

"Hmmm...So sweet," he said, and Luciana gasped. He was behind her, and she couldn’t see his face, but that even made everything more thrilling.