[Nash's POV]
"You're back!" Serena jolted upright the moment I entered, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, the dagger still in her hand. Guilt shimmered in her gaze, but the wet sheen on her thighs betrayed her far more than her expression did.
"Why are you touching yourself?" I asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. My voice came out husky, heavier than I intended. "You know, you could have invited me."
She bit her lip, running her fingers quickly over her messy hair. "When I woke up, I was already horny. I… I couldn't help it. I had a dream."
I arched a brow. "A hot one?"
"Mhm." Her eyes flicked away, coy. "Though… it's a little blurry now."
I smirked and moved closer. "Liar. You never forget the ones that make you this wet."
Her cheeks flared pink. She didn't answer, just leaned back and parted her thighs deliberately. "Maybe I can… reset. Want me to suck you off first?"
I swallowed hard, excitement crawling up my spine. "Yes," I breathed, undoing my belt.
Serena slid down onto the bed, her eyes locked on me as she pulled my pants open and freed my aching cock. My erection sprang out, thick and rigid, slapping her beautiful face.
"Honey, why are you so hard already?" she asked, tilting her head as her warm hand wrapped around me.
"What do you mean?" I tried to sound casual, though my pulse raced. "My lovely, beautiful wife is lying naked in front of me, obviously I'll be erect."
"Oh, come on Nash," she teased, stroking me slow and deliberate, "we've been together so long now. You don't get hard until we begin touching." Her smirk widened. "Come on, tell me. I'm curious."
"Umm… you really know me very well." I admitted, my voice low.
"Of course, I'm your wife after all," she said before licking the tip, her tongue swirling over me. "Now come on, spill it out."
"Before I do that, I have a question for you." My voice trembled slightly. "Let's say you caused someone some trouble unintentionally, would you help them out?"
She answered by taking me deep into her mouth, slurping loudly, her tongue wrapping greedily around my shaft. "Sure, why?" she asked before sliding back down on me.
"You remember how we killed Malek?"
"Hmm," she hummed with her lips still around me.
"Killing him made the authorities seal off the entire red-light district."
"And?"
"That will cost the owner of this inn his life."
"What do you mean?" she asked as she climbed on top of me, guiding me inside her with a slow, wet push.
I groaned, gripping her hips as her tight heat swallowed me. "You see, honey, there's this noble who likes to be served by beautiful women. And he's coming here tomorrow."
"Oh, so without any ladies from the red-light district serving the noble, he'll fuck up this place?" she asked, rocking her hips against me.
"Yeah… something like that," I said, my words breaking with a moan as I felt her tighten around me.
"So, what exactly are you thinking?" she pressed, her breasts bouncing softly with every grind.
"Umm… I was thinking if…" My cock throbbed inside her as the thought made me harder.
"If what?" she purred, her walls gripping me even tighter, squeezing the confession out of me.
"If…" I turned my head, ashamed, unable to say it aloud.
"If I became the prostitute in question?" she whispered, leaning down, her lips brushing against my ear.
Her words sent a shiver through me, a sharp thrill that went straight to my core. She understood. She got what I meant. And that dangerous smile of hers told me she might even enjoy it.
"Do you want to do it?" I asked, my voice low.
"I don't know… do you want me to?" she shot back, her tone teasing, eyes glinting.
"Well… I was just offered twenty gold coins, so…" I trailed off with a nervous laugh.
She crossed her arms, lips curving. "If this is just about the money, we can always pick up a mercenary job. You don't have to make me into a whore just to fill our purses." She leaned closer, whispering, "But… if what you really want is to see me sitting on that noble's lap, feeding him food while he slips his hand under my dress and squeezes my breasts, then… that's a different story entirely."
Her words painted the scene too vividly, and before I could stop myself, I shuddered, release spilling out of me from the sheer excitement.
"So… you are willing?" I asked, breath uneven.
She tilted her head, voice lilting. "Willing to do what exactly? You'll have to say it, darling."
"Are you willing to become a prostitute?"
She smirked. "The real question is… are you willing to watch me become one?"
"Yeah…" I admitted without hesitation.
Her smile deepened. "And what else are you willing to see?"
"I want to see you get groped by him," I muttered.
"Hmm, only that?"
My throat was dry. "I want… I want you to choke on his cock. And then I want him to fuck you until your brain melts and you can't even remember my name."
She chuckled softly, brushing her hair back. "That's a little much, don't you think?"
"..." I stayed silent, pulse racing.
"But," she said at last, licking her lips, "I'll help the innkeeper tomorrow."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Anything for you, love," she replied, kissing me lightly.
***
Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the shutters of the common room as I sat nursing a mug, trying to look casual. That's when the heavy doors swung open, and Thornton and his party strode in like they owned the place.
Thornton himself was a brute of a man, easily seven feet tall, shoulders broad enough to blot out the doorway. His long brown hair was wild but oiled, and a thick beard framed his square jaw, giving him the look of a predator fresh from the hunt.
He dropped onto a table meant for six, claiming the whole thing for himself, while his lackeys scattered to the surrounding seats. I counted them quickly: one Thornton, five men, and three women. Nine in total.
"Innkeep, I've come," Thornton boomed, his voice carrying through the empty hall like a war drum.
"Sir, you are finally here." The innkeeper nearly tripped over himself rushing forward, bowing with nervous eagerness. "I'll bring the ale right away."
"Fine," Thornton grunted, leaning back in his chair. His eyes narrowed. "But where are the women?"
The innkeeper froze, then forced a smile. "Sir, with the red-light district shut down, I could only secure one woman for you. But don't worry… her beauty is unlike anything you've seen before."
Thornton's heavy brow lifted with interest. "You'd better be right. Bring her to me."
"Yes, sir, right away." The innkeep replied quickly, then flicked me a sharp, anxious glance.
I was just about to rise and fetch Serena when I caught sight of her descending the stairs.
Her appearance made my breath hitch. Her long black hair fell loose, glimmering in the dimlight. The wool coat she'd bought yesterday hung carelessly off her shoulders, framing her bare skin in a way that was both elegant and indecent. She had repurposed the scarf into a makeshift halter top, its knot resting behind her neck, pushing her cleavage forward shamelessly. The dress she'd purchased had been trimmed and cut into a daring mini-skirt with a slit up one thigh, the look completed by the dark stockings hugging her long legs.
Each sharp click of her heels on the wooden steps drew every gaze in the room. Conversations stilled. Even Thornton leaned forward, a wide grin breaking over his scarred face as he locked eyes on her.
"You were right, innkeep," he rumbled, lips curling with hunger. "She's one helluva beauty."
Thornton sat back in the chair, his broad frame slouched as though he owned every inch of the room. His eyes, however, were locked firmly on Serena. She stood by the table, her coat draped over her shoulders, the faint rise and fall of her chest betraying the rhythm of her breath.
"You look nervous, darling" he said, his voice deep, carrying that gravelly authority that always seemed to brush against her skin like a command.
Serena tilted her chin up, masking the flutter in her stomach. "I'm not nervous, Thornton," she replied, though the way she smoothed her hands down her coat gave her away.
His lips curled, amused. "Then prove it. Take that coat off."
Her pulse skipped, but she didn't move right away. Instead, she let the silence stretch, teasing him, making sure he knew she wasn't his to control, at least not entirely. Her fingers finally reached for the coat.
When the coat slid from her shoulders, it revealed the curve of her body underneath, soft skin catching the faint glow of the firelight. Thornton's eyes darkened, roaming over her with an intensity that made her shift slightly, her thighs pressing together before she caught herself.
"Better," he murmured. Then he leaned forward, patting his thigh. "Now come here."
Serena's lips curved in a subtle smile, though inside her chest was pounding. She stepped closer, her hips swaying just enough to make his gaze linger. When she reached him, she lowered herself onto his lap, her warmth settling against him. His hands didn't touch her yet, only resting on the armrest, but the weight of his stare made her feel as if he were already claiming her.
"You like making me wait," Thronton said softly, the edge in his tone both accusing and hungry.
"And you like giving orders," she whispered back, leaning closer, her breath brushing against his cheek.
That was all the invitation he needed. His hand finally moved, sliding along her hip, firm and possessive. Serena's lips parted, ready with another teasing remark, but his face was already close, his breath mingling with hers.
Thronton closed the distance, pressing his mouth against hers in a kiss that stole her words before they ever left her tongue.