Page 27 of Malevolent King

“How can I keep an eye on you if I can’t see you? Besides, I never said you had to watch.”

He soaped his hands and washed his body. The white bubbles fizzed against his inked skin, and I couldn’t have looked away if someone paid me. He turned back to the wall and washed, keeping me in sight but otherwise ignoring me.

I glanced away and tried to calm my racing heart. After a few seconds, my gaze always drifted back to him. He’d turned for a second, twisting his back toward me, and deep dimples pitted the top of his ass where his back met his hips. He shifted, one hand moving lower across his hard-packed abs and lower still, gripping his balls. His cock was long and thick, with a full mushroom-shaped top. Heavy veins worked up the long column, and it was flushed a reddish-purple like it was angry. His hand moved on the rigid shaft, up and down.

Is he going to jerk himself off right here, with me watching?

Just the thought made me feel faint. I looked away, clearing my throat.

He chuckled, and I blushed even more.

“You can look your fill. Hell, you can touch if you want to…”

“You’re a pig. Do you get off on being watched?” My challenge was just an excuse to look back. My gaze instantly fastened on the hard-packed muscles of his powerful abdomen and the head of his cock, bobbing well past his belly button. That was a good nine inches there. Christ. I needed a bucket of ice water to stick my head in.

“Depends on who’s watching, I suppose. If the watcher is you? Then fuck yes, I get off on it.”

He lowered his soapy hand between his legs, fisting his thick cock and stroking it from root to the round tip. He leaned a shoulder against the tile, his eyes burrowing into me.

I blinked and looked away, my cheeks burning. My breath rushed in and out of my chest like I’d been running. Something hot moved through me as I stood there, the man who’d haunted my dreams and nightmares in equal measure pumping his hand up and down his hard-on.

“Look at me, Sofia. I know you want to.”

“No, I don’t.”

His chuckle only made me blush even more. “Liar,” he murmured and then sighed. “After the day I’ve had, and of course, being around you constantly, I’m going to need to take the edge off before we sleep. Look away if you don’t want to see,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice that I didn’t trust myself to answer.

Instead, I gave him the finger as best I could with my bound hands and closed my eyes exaggeratedly. My ears strained for sounds, and curiosity roared inside me. I felt offended and turned on. I couldn’t deny it. It was just like Nikolai to do whatever the hell he wanted.

He knows you want him,the voice inside my head whispered knowingly.

I ground my teeth and tried to deny it, even though it seemed impossible. A sound cut through the fall of water, a low, masculine groan. It set my blood on fire. Why was this turning me on? I had no idea, and yet, I couldn’t deny that the thought of him beating off right there, and all I had to do to see was open my eyes, was twisting me inside out. He grunted, and the sound of wet, rhythmic movements filled the air.

“Fuck,” Niko muttered between clenched teeth. He was going to come.

Before I knew it, my eyes were open. He had one arm braced against the tile, and the other working his huge dick with powerful strokes. His hips were bucking into his hand, his long back bent over his task as water poured across the tattoos decorating nearly every inch of his torso.

“That’s right, Sofia, eyes on me,” Niko grunted as my eyes finally met his.

At the shock of the connection between us, a shiver went through Nikolai, and a stream of obscenities left him as he came hard. His cock jerked, and long ribbons of cum shot over his hand, up his belly, and onto the bath floor.

His eyes never left mine. It was shockingly, crudely intimate, and I couldn’t have looked away if the police had stormed in at that very moment and freed me from my captor. The urgency of his look made me feel like he was coming inside me, instead of on the other side of the bath. It almost felt odd not to feel his hot, thick spend dripping down my leg. The satisfied, intense expression on his face was such a thorough claiming.

“So, I guess you do get off watching?” His voice was amused and sated.

Heat stained my cheeks as I jerked my eyes from the sight of his cum-streaked hand still holding his fat length. Even after coming, it hardly seemed to have softened.

“You’re the only one getting off, Niko.”

“You want to hop in here, then? I’d hate to leave you high and dry.”

I felt angrier at his chuckle.

He was right, I couldn’t hide from him. Somehow, he saw beneath every defense I’d ever been able to hold in front of him.

“I might have watched, but that doesn’t mean it turned me on,” I said, sounding prim and inexperienced even to my own ears.

Now Niko tipped his head back and laughed. “Sofia, you crack me up, sweetheart. I could make a liar out of you right now, slide my hand up under that towel and check that statement for myself, but I won’t. Not unless you beg me to.”

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