I promised that I would treat him like a King and I fell short back on the island but tonight, I was going to make up for it. My hands took their time as I pulled off his shirts, my lips ghosting over every inch of his exposed flesh. A grunt of frustration reached my ears and I looked up, smirking as Nova fought with the black chains that held his hands above his head.

What the fuck?

I'm the Heir to the Underworld, love. They will leave when I want them too.

A smirk danced across my lips and I tilted his head, biting his neck and gripped him through his jeans.