I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 103

No matter how low someone's tolerance was, it was almost unheard of for two drinks to cause this level of chaos.

“Niamh!” he hissed again.

But she didn't let go; she squeezed tighter, a contented little smile playing on her lips.

A fiery heat coursed through Jareth’s veins, as if a part of him that had been dormant for years had suddenly roared back to life. If she didn’t let go soon, he knew he would lose control and take her, right here and now.

Thankfully, her hand relaxed.

Jareth let out a shaky breath, trying to suppress the desire surging through him. But then she raised her arms, wrapping them tightly around his neck, and brought her lips back to his.

That was it. With a low growl, Jareth rolled over, pinning her beneath him, ready to kiss her deeply.

“Ow…” Just as his lips were about to touch hers, a pained whimper escaped her.

“Pain?” he thought, confused. “I haven't even started.”

Her hands fell from his neck to her own abdomen, and she curled into a ball, letting out another small cry of pain.

He realized then that she was complaining about a stomachache.

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