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.

Jareth’s heart began to pound uncontrollably.

This woman… looked so innocent and sweet, but he was starting to think she was a siren in disguise. Otherwise, how could a man with his self-control be so thoroughly captivated? He was surrounded by beautiful women all the time, but he never gave them a second glance. And now, for the first time in nearly thirty years, he was washing a woman’s face, changing her clothes, and giving her a bath.

Ten minutes later, he lifted her from the tub and carried her back to the bed. After removing the last of her damp undergarments, he stood there for a long moment, just looking at her beautiful face. The usual coldness in his eyes was replaced by a surprising tenderness.

And once again, his thoughts drifted back to the woman from five years ago.

He leaned down, pulled back the duvet, and turned Niamh onto her stomach, carefully examining her back.