"Your Majesty."
The queen of Vontash came to Vrinda Simard. He was sitting on the couch, leisurely, carefreely. He stood up. Seeing his bare chest, the queen of Vontash smiled with pride. He was strong. His masculine figure was attractive and breathtaking.
"You should not have left from dinner. The king of Gist could have considered it as an insult."
"He's giving me his daughter, he can't be angry with me." He was cold.
"You have drunk so much that I have to think that... The thing for which I have come here should be told to you now or not..." She gritted her teeth. The whole suit was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. It was suffocating.
"I am conscious." He turned back to pour wine into the empty glass. The queen looked at his bruiced back. She widened her eyes in surprise. Nails…
So, they had sex?! Jane Dover was talking about this! She allowed him to touch her and… They did it!
"What do you want to do?