Ethan struggled to free himself, but his arms and legs were firmly restrained,, his body caught in a torturous web of sensual torment, every resistance rendered useless. His gaze gradually grew dim. The maidens, with their enticing figures, continuously pressed their ample bosoms against his skin, enveloping him, each movement synchronized perfectly.
Their lips took turns claiming his, engaging in deep, passionate kisses, while their fingers skillfully caressed and delicately stimulated the sensitive spots on his body. One maiden moved down to his waist, her fingers lightly exploring the area below, as her lips brushed against the delicate skin of his most sensitive part. Her agile tongue swirled relentlessly, her eyes intoxicated by the sweet taste. Ethan was overwhelmed by their ministrations, tears welling up in his eyes, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
“Look! The prince is pleased,” one of them exclaimed with delight as she noticed Ethan’s body responding.
“And to think he pretended to be so noble at first,” another maiden remarked.
“What man doesn’t enjoy this?” one of them added.
Excited, they continued to lick and suck on Ethan’s manhood, each trying to win his favor.
Ethan, utterly helpless, looked up with tearful eyes at Valerius Evander, desperately pleading for release.
“Your Majesty, please spare me,” Ethan implored.
Valerius stood at a distance, his cold gaze fixed on the scene before him. He allowed the maidens to continue their sensual torment, as if intending to teach Ethan a lesson he would never forget. Only when the maidens began to reach the final limits did Valerius finally give a cold command, “That’s enough. Leave.”
The beauties immediately halted, their faces showing regret, quickly putting on their dresses before respectfully withdrawing, leaving Ethan trembling on the bed, his face pale with terror.
Never before had Ethan’s dignity been so utterly trampled. With tearful, indignant eyes, he looked up at Valerius, struggling to sit up, his hands trembling as he painfully dressed himself, desperate to escape this humiliating situation.
Valerius approached him, looking down from above at the bare body marked by kisses—the body of the man he had longed for day and night. Though he felt a sense of satisfaction, a fiery desire flared up within him like a blazing inferno. He leaned down, gripping Ethan’s chin tightly, forcing him to look up, his voice cold as he spoke.
“It seems you’re still not satisfied,” Valerius sneered.
“Shall I try for myself?”
Before Ethan could gather his thoughts, Valerius had already seized his lips, the forceful kiss invading him. It was only then that Ethan fully grasped Valerius's intentions, and he angrily bit down on Valerius’s lip, shouting,
“Valerius Evander, you’re insane!”
Blood trickled from the corner of Valerius's mouth, only intensifying the beast within him. His eyes gleamed as he looked at Ethan, pinning Ethan’s hands above his head, trapping him beneath his body.
“Let me go!” Ethan struggled fiercely, resisting with all his might.
Valerius Evander, like a beast in the throes of a hunt, could no longer suppress his desire. He buried his head into Ethan Caelan's body, leaving searing kiss marks all over his chest.
“Lie still for me. This is an order.”
Ethan paid no heed to Valerius’s words. One of his arms broke free from the restraint, and he immediately raised his hand, using all his strength to slap Valerius across the face.
“Smack!” Valerius took the full brunt of the blow, his eyes blazing as he glared at Ethan. From birth, Valerius had been the crown prince, a son of the heavens. Even his father, the emperor, had never slapped him, let alone an exiled prince like Ethan. He raised his hand, intending to return the slap, but as he gazed at Ethan’s exquisitely beautiful face, he hesitated, clenching his fist before lowering it.
His voice roared with fury, “How dare you be so insolent! I will teach you a lesson.”
Without another word, he grabbed a piece of the disheveled clothing and bound both of Ethan's hands tightly to the headboard.
“I'll untie you when you stop struggling.” Valerius’s voice was tinged with madness as he roughly tore away the remaining clothes from Ethan's body until nothing but bare skin remained beneath him.
Ethan struggled continuously, trying to escape Valerius's grasp. He pulled forcefully at the bindings, but the more he struggled, the tighter they became, leaving red, bloodied marks on his wrists.
Ethan glared at Valerius, anger burning in his eyes.
"You planned to trap me."
"You schemed from the beginning, forcing me to become a hostage."
“You pretended to be kind, to care for me, just to win my trust so I wouldn’t suspect you. All of it was just a performance, a charade to... humiliate me.”
Valerius paused, a faint smile on his lips. “And you thought I brought you from Aria to Helios just to make you a hostage?”
“I believed you genuinely wanted to form an alliance with Aria.”
“Ethan, I truly wanted to treat you well, but you’re driving me mad.”
“First Cassian, then Harrison, and now Lyria Hawke—who will it be next?” Valerius snarled, his voice filled with jealousy.
“I’m innocent with all of them. You’re just looking for an excuse to ruin my reputation.”
“Innocent? Do you mean to tell me you and they were simply admiring the view while visiting brothels and buying courtesans?” Valerius’s voice thundered.
“No one is born a courtesan. Lyria Hawke only found herself in such a situation because of unfortunate circumstances. I bought her to set her free.”
“Or did you buy her so you could wrap yourself around her day and night?” Valerius roared, his eyes blazing with rage.
“I’ve done nothing to defy moral principles. What right do you have to question me?”
“What right? From the moment you set foot in the royal palace of Helios, you became mine. Tonight, I will show you exactly what rights I have over you,” Valerius hissed, each word sharp as a knife.
Then, his tone softened to a whisper.
“Tonight, I shall grace you with my presence. From this moment on, you will belong to me.”
With no hesitation, his large, heated manhood was poised at Ethan's entrance, and without delay, he thrust inside.