The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594: Intimacy In The Carriage

Arlan led Oriana to the carriage where everyone was already prepared to depart from the Oak palace. Rafal opened the carriage door for them while Arlan faced Imbert, still holding Oriana’s hand. "Did you get the sword?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Imbert replied.

Arlan helped Oriana climb into the carriage and followed her inside. As soon as he settled himself opposite her, he held her hand and pulled her onto his lap with a strong tug.

Startled, she almost screamed, "Arlan..."

"Shh..." he hushed her, pressing a finger to her lips. "Do you want everyone outside to hear you?"

She swallowed hard, sure that everyone had already heard her outburst.

Indeed, her scream from inside the carriage had startled the knights and servants, who exchanged glances.

"Move," Imbert ordered coldly, and everyone resumed their tasks as the Prince’s carriage rolled forward. By now, everyone knew their Prince didn’t care about time or place.

"Let me go," she whispered, trying to free herself from his grip without being overheard.

He held her firmly in place and warned, "Don’t move, unless you want everyone outside to know what we’re doing."

"We are inside a carriage," she relented and muttered, "I want to sit in my place."

"You are sitting in the rightful place. No one but you can sit here, in my lap," his fingers traced the curve of her waist over her dress. "Aren’t you more comfortable, closer to me, like this?"

Oriana gulped. Her mind had been distracted from the dirt in her mind, but now he was bringing her back to thoughts she didn’t want to entertain at this hour. Once more, she felt drawn to him, her heart racing, her body craving his touch.

"What do you want?" she asked, hoping he would let her go before her desire took over again.

"Kiss me," he commanded.

Her eyes widened in shock, "Now?"

"Do I look patient to you?"

"Here, I won’t," she declared, trying to resist her own temptation.

The corner of his lips curved in wicked smirk, "I thought we would extent your punishment for a while by compensating with a kiss, but seems like you are eager to get punished instead."

"Punishment?" she didn’t think she had done something to be punished. "What did I do even?"

"Seems like I need to refresh your memory," his hand moved settle at the side of her bottom and squeezed it softly.

She almost jumped, "What are you...."

"Preparing you to be spanked," he replied, keeping her in a place.

The spanking clearly refreshed her memory from the day when he had asked to choose the number of times she would like to be spanked. She gulped as she looked into his eyes which showed he was serious.

’I thought days passed and my grandpa passed away so he must have forgotten, but he...’

Oriana’s gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips, quickly deciding on she didn’t want to be spanked. She gulped, those lips were tempting, ones she could kiss until her heart’s content.

Being a lustful demoness sucks.