Chapter 7: Princess with the Mouth of a Sailor

Thane Drogos

“Thane.”

I knew as soon as I heard my mother’s tone, I was fucked. The entire deck silenced. Evelyn stopped shouting her obscenities at me. I stopped laughing at how adorable the profanity sounded coming from Evelyn’s sweet voice.

“Mother,” I replied with a sheepish smile. I kept Evelyn’s body pressed firmly against mine, using her to hide my cock’s reaction to her struggles. I had expected Evelyn to stop fighting once she realized what she was doing, like a good, modest noblewoman, but she didn’t. She bore down tenfold.

And as good as Evelyn’s body felt moving against mine, her ample ass no longer shrouded with layers of fabric. I could have fought with that spiteful little thing all day, but my mother threw a wet blanket right over me, snuffing out all that heat building inside.

My mother’s eyebrows came together further, pinching lines along her forehead. She rarely gave me that look anymore, but I knew the disapproving gaze well. I hated it.