“You had to bet with the King of Faerie. It’s not my fault you lost”, Cardan said with an icy tone in his voice. Jude had tried to bargain her way out of the bet, but she had no chance against Cardan. He insisted that she’d hold up her end, no matter what.
It was a stupid thing to bet with Cardan in the first place, Even though they couldn’t lie, most faeries still found a way to fool you. Jude felt horrible that she has been fooled by him, of all the people. But the alcohol had taken the best of her. She just wasn’t able to hold her drink, especially against Cardan.
Now she had to do whatever he wanted for an hour. Jude was angry at herself, nearly as angry as she was at Cardan with his shiny black hair and the eyes as black as the wings of a crow, that were now sparking amused at her. He looked as if he came from out of space, clearly not belonging into the world she grew up in till she was seven.
“What do you want?”, she noticed how annoyed she sounded. It was good. She was indeed pretty annoyed and she felt herself getting more restless as she didn’t answer her immediately, but smirked at her for a couple of minutes.
“Well since I cannot tell you to harm yourself or release me from our bargain, you are going to serve me dinner. Like the pathetic human you are, Jude Kingmaker.” He looked totally pleased with himself.
If he wanted to play games, then she’d play with him. Jude put on a smile, bowed in front of him and left his room for the kitchen.
For the next three quarters of an hour she served him every food he wished for, always smiling on the outside, but thinking about ways to kill him painfully on the outside. She could certainly play the roll of a happy human servant.
Jude came back to his room after she brought the dishes into the kitchen again. They hadn’t talked much during his meal, the only audible things were Cardan’s commands and mockery.
“Can I do something else, mylord?” Jude asked and bowed again. His smile nearly made her punch him.
“Kiss me.”
That wasn’t what she expected, at all. Weirdly her stomach started to turn as if she ate thousands of bees and she felt herself move closer to him. At this moment she didn’t know whether her body was betraying her or if the bargain made Jude do these things.
It didn’t matter, because she kissed him anyways. His mouth on hers felt like the bees in her stomach were exploding and she was hot and cold at the same time. At first he didn’t kiss back, as if Cardan was surprised that she followed his command.
But then he kissed her back and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her a little more. In the middle of the kiss Jude felt as if the tail of a cat was brushing against her legs, but that feeling was away quickly.
Jude doesn’t know how they got here, just that it’s past
time anyone should be in the reception hall—even Cardan—that they shouldn’t be
alone together, and they most certainly shouldn’t
be kissing.
I don’t think anything will ever surpass the raw sexual magnetism of jude duarte making out with cardan while she casually holds an actual knife to his throat
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