Bride of the Emperor (The Prophecy of Sisters Book 4) by Hayley Faiman (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

“Tiberius,” I say, my voice nothing but a trembling whisper.

“What is this?” he asks.

My lips press together and I try not to laugh. “It’s a bra,” I inform him. “It’s what women wear under their clothes where I’m from. It keeps everything where it’s meant to be.”

He hums, but I choose to reach behind me and unsnap my bra, knowing that this will probably be the last time that I wear it. Sliding it down my arms, I let it fall to the ground, joining my tank. I do the same with my pants and panties.

“I do not understand, your breasts are exactly as they are meant to be. Why would you feel the need to wear that contraption?” he asks.

I shrug a shoulder, then point at his man-skirt. “Why do you wear a short skirt?”

“It allows for easy movement on the battlefield.”

“Your brother doesn’t wear one,” I point out.

He chuckles. “Marcellus is many things, including intelligent. However, he is not a warrior.”

“Are you? I thought that you were the Emperor.”

Turning my back to him, I decide to make my way into the pool, hoping that he will follow. There is a noise behind me and I turn my head as I sink into the water, watching as two women appear.

Then, to my absolute horror, they begin to undress him. With me standing right there. They touch my husband. Mine.

Rage.

It flows through me like a living and breathing thing. I don’t know how to control the jealousy, the anger that pulsates throughout my entire body as these two plainly dressed women undress Tiberius.

Undressing him isn’t even the worst thing that they do. I watch in complete horror at what happens next. Though I’m pissed as hell, I also don’t know what to do with the multiplying rage that fills me. I am completely frozen in the water, unable to speak.

One of them sinks down to her knees.

To her knees.

When she wraps her hand around his length. That is when I finally snap out of my frozen state. Except, I don’t just make a noise, or call out. Instead, my instincts take over and my magic too, apparently.

Lifting my hand, I shout for her to stop. Just as she leans forward, her mouth opens and she does as I’ve demanded, her lips just millimeters from my husband’s dick. I hear Tiberius make a noise, and I lift my gaze to meet his.

He looks at me with nothing short of sheer confusion crossing his face.

He is confused.

Con-fused?

But before anyone can say anything, a purple light pours out of my lifted palms and surrounds Tiberius, the two women are thrown across the room and he watches me, in mixed expressions of confusion and disbelief as he stands there completely naked and half hard.

TIBERIUS

I am unsure of what has just happened. The two famulus are violently thrown across the room just by the power that comes from Drucilla’s hands. Then that same force surrounds me and roots me to my spot, keeps me bound and unable to move, just as Decima had done.

“Drucilla,” I snap.

Her gaze flicks to meet mine, though her eyes, they glow bright violet as she looks at me. She is indeed looking in my direction, but she is not there, not entirely. I cannot see her depths the way I usually can when I look directly into her violet gaze.

Deciding to stay quiet, I allow her to take the time to gather her control. From what she has said, this power is new to her, perhaps she is just unable to control her actions completely. I wait and wait, willing to wait for as long as I need.

Then finally, the mist around me dissipates and the sensation of being frozen to my spot eventually dies down as well. Turning my head to the famulus, neither of which have left us, but both are huddled close together against the stone wall.

“You may go,” I announce.

I do not have to tell them twice, they run as fast as their feet will take them. Only once they are out of sight do I turn to her and slowly approach her in the water. My brows rise as soon as my feet sink into the water and I realize that it is not just warm, but instead, it is boiling hot.

“Drucilla,” I call out.

Her head jerks, her gaze slowly lifting to mine, tracking my every move as I make my way toward her. Stopping just a meter in front of her, but deciding not to get much closer, at least not yet.

“Drucilla,” I call out again, making sure to keep my voice smooth and calming.

I watch as she inhales a deep breath from her nose, then lets it out slowly. “Why?” she asks.

“Why?”

She nods her head, her eyes finding mine and instead of anger, rage, or confusion, there is nothing but hurt swimming in her gaze. I do not understand any of what has just happened. Not a single thing.

“What was that?”

“You got angry, I don’t know why, and your magi took over,” I attempt to explain.

Drucilla lets out a snort and shakes her head. “I understand my reactions, Tiberius. What I do not understand is why those women came in here, touched you, then proceeded to get on their knees and do something that you won’t even let me do,” she hisses.

I watch her for a moment, unsure that I understand her question. “Are you asking me why I do not let you put your mouth on me?”

There is a moment of silence, then she jerks her chin in the air, tilting her head back she looks down her nose at me.

“That is exactly what I’m asking, and also, why won’t you to me.”

“Your people do this? Not just servi, but your people and nobility do this?” I ask as I sink down in the water, sitting across from her.

Reaching behind me, I grab the