The Throne Is Mine
Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

"Never a dull moment with you is there? You’re making it hard for me to let you go if you should one day beg for me too," said Killian as he watched Amelia bring a box of books to where he sat.

"I don’t want to find out my mother is a witch but I wouldn’t mind learning that she had put a spell or something on my father. It wasn’t fair for her to be sitting quietly while he played in her face. I hope she did something to Annabelle since that woman would not stop taunting my mother," Amelia said.

She had no idea what her mother’s train of thought was but hoped whatever it was would play out soon or maybe it did already.

"Being a witch wouldn’t be so bad for you-"

Amelia gave Killian a random book since the witch made an appearance in multiple stories. She sat down beside him with the book she was going to read. "I want to be normal. Having a demon fiance is already more than I can handle. I’ve heard how witches are burned. I don’t want to be running away from two fires."

"What makes you think I would let anyone set you on fire?" Killian asked, looking at the side profile of Amelia. She was quite beautiful. There was a mystery as to why there had not been a line of suitors at her door or if had she chased them away. He wouldn’t put it past her. He was curious about what tactics she used to hold out this long.

"Why are you staring at me, Killian? You are meant to be reading," Amelia stated, without looking at him. She could feel his heated gaze on her.

"I was thinking about how beautiful you are."

This caught her attention and she looked at him. "What do you want from me?"

Killian was taken aback by her response. "Why would you assume I want something from you?"

"The compliment felt suspicious. Thanks to your little surprise today I will have to turn down whatever you want from me. What?" Amelia asked in regards to his offended look.

"I am not complimenting you because I need something. Are you sure you are not a part demon?"

Killian poured out more of his alcohol to help him further enjoy the night.

"I assure you that I am normal. At least I think I am. How much of that do you intend to drink? I don’t want to be stuck in a room with a drunk demon. I will have to throw you out of the room if you start acting a fool. I’ve had enough of drunk men in high positions," said Amelia.

It reminded her of her father who would foolishly be drinking with the men from the court after they sat around to come up with plans that failed from the start unless it concerned making them rich.

"This wouldn’t get me drunk. It was made by your kind. It is just pleasing on the tongue. Would you like some?" Killian offered, holding out the cup for her to take.

Amelia wasn’t fond of the strong scent coming from his cup. She preferred something with a sweetness to it. "No thank you. It is not much better if I get drunk. I might go on some crazy adventure or do something stupid in front of you before falling asleep. I only drink to fall asleep," she paused as she realized something else she was upset about.

"Killian," she turned her upper body to face him. "I remember specifically telling you not to put me to sleep without warning but yet you did."

Killian enjoyed the change in the tone she now had compared to a moment ago. She spoke low and was the calmest he had ever seen her be but the way she eyed him showed her anger. "Is this what it is like to be scolded by a mother figure?" He asked.

Amelia placed the book down to have her hands free for what she was about to do. She took her index finger and repeatedly jabbed Killian in his stomach before moving to his chest where the pain would be for her. "This is what it feels like each time you put me to sleep without warning. Stop laughing," she said, pushing her nail deep into his skin since he was not feeling pain when he was meant to be.

"Killian, I have thought of a perfect wedding gift," said Amelia.

Killian held her finger to stop her attacks."Haven’t I given you enough gifts already?"

"No. I want something that can hurt you."

Killian rang his tongue under his sharp teeth which resembled small fangs. "Are you a sadist, princess? How did you know that I enjoy torture? What kind of tool would you like?"

Amelia quickly got the feeling he wasn’t thinking of the same torture as she was. "Something to make you bleed if needed. Nothing upsets you and there is nothing I can do to lightly hurt you in response to your games. I want something to jab you with. Nothing that will not get aroused. That is not my intention."

Killian picked up a long strand of curly hair and twisted it around his finger. "Then I am afraid there is nothing I can offer you. What can hurt me even for a moment will be arousing if you are the one harming me. There is one thing that hurts me and I am not aroused."

"What is it?" Amelia asked, not picking up on the trap he was laying out. She feared the weapons given to her by her grandmother would do too much damage to Killian which was why she didn’t want to use them. Killian must have something around that would give him slight pain from a little jab. She wanted to see him wince.

Killian tapped his lips. "I find that it hurts when you kiss me and pull away before the real excitement starts."

"You," Amelia sighed.

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