"You know I had one of the maids bring me a book yesterday," Elara said slowly, her eyes fixed on Adrian. "A book of art… or maybe I should say drawings. Drawings of men and women having sex."
Adrian's eyes darkened instantly.
Of all the things he expected to hear from her that morning, that was not one of them.
He was about to be dragged into an arena and possibly disgraced before the entire kingdom, yet here she was talking about sex as if nothing else mattered. For a moment, irritation surged through him, but Elara did not stop.
"You know there are other ways I can give you pleasure," she continued, her voice lowering into something softer, silkier. "Ways you would enjoy… and ways that could get you ready for the fight."
"Elara, you must be joking," Adrian muttered, already annoyed. "Don't make me regret ever choosing you."
"Isn't it part of the rumors," Elara asked casually, "that the prince feels pain whenever we fuck?"
That caught his attention.
