The Royal Flush (Knights of the Darkness Chronicles(Book Three)) by D.N. Simmons Read Free Book Online Page B

and how close she was with each member photographed. Both men were pleased with the new information. They felt even closer to Natasha now.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    The limousine pulled in front of the mansion and Natasha, Darian, and Xavier climbed out. Billy opened the door, nodding respectively to Darian as they passed by.
    Once they were inside the mansion, Natasha playfully reminded her companions of the deal they made in the car.
    “I want to see pictures, portraits and sketches.”
    “As you wish,” Darian said with a gentlemanly bow. “Follow me,” he told them, as he turned to lead the way.
    They came to a room with double fireproof doors. Using telekinesis, he unlocked the doors and turned on the lights. Xavier, being the last to enter the room, closed the doors behind them.
    “How did you do that?” Natasha asked, amazed by Darian’s skill.
    He turned around to face her.
    “Because I am very old and very skilled, there are many things that I am able to do,” he said, not willing to delve into the details of his vast abilities.
    Natasha didn’t want to press the matter. She believed he would tell her when he felt the time was right. Darian walked towards the other side of the room where some canvases lay against the wall covered by white sheets. Both Xavier and Natasha walked closer to the canvases as Darian slowly pulled the sheets away. A beautiful painting was revealed of him lying naked on a red, velvet cushioned pillow. His long, wavy, jet black hair fell in luxurious locks on his chest. His remarkable forest-green eyes stared forward as if he could see though the painting. He was breathtaking. His body was beautiful and for a man of sixteen hundred-plus years, he was well endowed. Natasha didn’t think a man from that time would be that “gifted”, so to speak, in the manhood department. She had only seen Darian fully nude on one other occasion.
    Four months ago, she had been so bold as to ask the two men to make love in her presence. At that time she was considering taking Darian as a second lover, and wanted to know what to expect. She had never seen two men together and she wanted to know if it was something she would be able to accept. As it turned out, watching the both of them make love turned Natasha on, more than she would have ever expected. The passionate caresses and gentle embraces of the two beautiful men peeked desires within her that she hadn’t known existed. It was then, that she decided to join them and become a threesome.
    In the beginning, she felt uncertain about Darian’s true feelings towards her. In her opinion, he was unreadable, unpredictable and often times, unapologetic. His arrogance was a huge part of his personality that she had had to come to terms with. There were times when she found him to be cruel in his opinions and he lacked consideration for her fellow human beings. They had their arguments and she had hoped her morals would reignite that part of him that used to be human. Eventually, she began to see progress and it inspired her to continue their relationship. Presently, she was happy that she had.
    “Who painted this?” Natasha asked curiously.
    “Would you believe me if I told you it was Angelus-Michelli?” asked Darian softly.
    He looked at the painting once more, then his gaze shifted towards Natasha. She stood there, her mouth open in amazement as she peered at the canvas, examining the painting in every detail.
    “Wow! It was?!” Natasha exclaimed.
    “No.”
    “Then why did you say it was?” Natasha slapped Darian playfully across the chest.
    “I didn’t. I asked if you would believe me if I said it was.” Darian smiled wickedly.
    “I should hit you again.” Natasha smirked. “So what’s with the riddles.”
    “I wanted to see your reaction, and I’m only joking.” Darian winked. “He did paint this portrait of me. He was a truly