Fingers coated in black polish wrapped around my dick and the blonde ran her tongue up and down the seams sweetly. "There have been rumors that your aunt isn't pleased with you, my prince."
My thumb creased over the surface of the picture. It was old and unaware, taken from a high point that should've been difficult, even for a private investigator.
"Hmm," was all I said as she pumped hard, parting her legs wider at my feet. She blinked up at me with innocent wide eyes, even if we both knew she was anything but innocent.
"The Council has begun to whisper that the Queen's Consort might be a better choice than waiting around for you to fulfil your duties."
I cocked my head at the picture. Maisie Adams had such intense eyes. They were the kind that arrested you on the first look and made you look again. The second look was enough to notice other things.
