Page 11 of Malevolent King

Instead, I began my search. I checked her hands first, sliding my fingers along the backs and then around her wrists. The skin was smooth and unblemished.

My brother had hidden his microchip in his obsession’s hand, right there on the back, and poor Mallory hadn’t noticed, but then, she wasn’t of our world. Sofia clearly knew about it, and she might have complained if it was somewhere so unsightly.

“You’re not making this easy for yourself, Sofia,” I muttered, dropping my hands down her legs and squeezing as I went. You couldn’t put a chip just anywhere; some places were better than others.

“You mean I’m not making this easy for you,” she pointed out. Her face turned against the ground, her dark eyes on me.

I smiled humorlessly. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m enjoying every second.”

“Fuck you.”

I returned a hand to her ass. It was a magnet drawing me to her. Fuck, she had a perfect body. Her round butt was wriggling in the air, and I couldn’t help but smack it.

“Language.” I tutted, just to piss her off and moved my hand to the other side.

Her black gaze watched me, promising murder. My hand came down hard on the other cheek, tinting her skin pink, visible even through her pantyhose.

“The tracker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Wrong answer.” I punctuated my words with smacks. “Your skin looks pretty marked red with my handprint.”

“Burn in Hell.” She was panting like she’d been running, more than when she’d been fleeing from me. Interesting.

“Oh, I plan to, but not yet. Maybe I’ll take you with me.” I leaned forward to say the last in her ear. “Where’s the tracker? Don’t pretend you don’t know unless you like me touching your ass.”

I let my hand rest on the globe of her behind. Her cunt was so fucking close, just a few inches, and I could wiggle my fingers inside her. I moved my fingertips up and down the panty-covered cleft.

She jerked as if I’d pinched her. There was that nostril flare again, the dark loathing in her eyes, and that tiny, nearly invisible spark that had always been there when she looked at me. There was something in her eyes that hadn’t been there before I’d smacked her ass.Curiosity.

I felt myself growing hard, despite the wet denim pressing into my crotch. Now wasn’t the time for this.

“Dream on, Nikolai,” she said finally, irritation making her lovely jaw tight.

I finished feeling around her ankles, finding nothing. “I don’t dream. I plan.”

Forcing myself to ignore her intriguing reaction to being helpless and spanked, I moved across her, putting my knees on either side of her body. I pulled her wet hair to the side and felt around her shoulders and neck. She was stiff, and her shoulders clamped up to her hairline when I felt around the right side.Jackpot.

I leaned in and tutted in her ear. “You shouldn’t make things so fucking obvious. You’d make a terrible spy, or maybe you’re just desperate to stay with me,” I said, my satisfied tone curling around my words as I slid my finger over a tiny hard spot behind her right ear. “So, this is where the owner’s stamp goes. Good to know.”

“You’re still as delusional as you were when I met you,” she accused.

I laughed at that. “You’re only saying that because we’ve not spent much time together lately. I’m much, much worse,” I promised her. “Hold on. This is going to hurt.” I brought the knife to her skin. “One… two—” I made the shallow incision on two before she worked up more fear.

She swore viciously as I flicked out the tracker and smoothed the tiny flap of skin over it.

“You made that so much harder than it needed to be,” I pointed out, resting my hand on her ass. I couldn’t stop touching it. I wanted to devour this woman and always had, but time wasn’t on my side. We had to move.

“Fuck you,” she murmured like it was a mantra to ward off evil.

It had no juice against me, however.

“Maybe later,lastochka, if we have time. Don’t worry, though. I won’t tell Daddy dearest you like being tied up and spanked.”

“I hate you,” she sniped at me.

“Then it sucks to be you because you’re stuck with me. Get up. We’re leaving.”

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