Page 122 of Cruel Kings

“I doubt the bathroom’s big enough for a tub.” Getting to his feet, he walked toward the bathroom door. “The water’s running and she’s mumbling something,” he whispered, pressing his ear against the door.

“She’s freaked out enough,” I said. “Get back here.”

He pressed a finger to his lips, silencing me.

A moment later, his expression changed. Turning around, he pounded on the door. “Milla! Hey, open the door.”

I was on my feet at once. “What are you doing?” I hissed at my brother.

“She’s crying.”

“What? Why?”

Reaching the door, I listened closely. A strange keening noise reached my ears. It was only a moment before I realized she was sobbing.

Corey turned the knob of the door. To our surprise, the door swung forward.

“She left it open?” Corey muttered.

“Let’s take a peek and leave,” I said. “I don’t want to freak her out anymore. She needs a break after what happened to her tonight.”

Corey entered the bathroom slowly, doing his best to stay quiet. A second later, my curiosity got the better of me and I followed him inside.

Milla stood inside a tiny shower stall and rubbed her neck with a loofah, sobbing all the while. At first, it didn’t look odd. She was simply bathing and having a cry.

A few seconds later though, I noticed the way her skin was reddened. She was obsessively rubbing the loofah all over her face, neck, and shoulders, hurting herself without care.

“Milla,” Corey called out. Before I could stop him, he’d marched forward and gotten into the shower with her.

“Get out!” Milla screamed, hitting him with her tiny fists.

“I will, but you’ve got to stop hurting yourself first,” Corey shouted back.

My brother was getting soaked by the running shower. A pained look came over his face that sent an ache through my chest. Corey rarely let anything bother him so much.

I hurried forward to help him. “You’ve had a long shower already. Come out now, Milla.”

She glared at us. Milla was gloriously wet and naked, making it a struggle for me to keep a straight mind.She’s not fine, I reminded myself as my cock hardened at the sight of her beautiful breasts and her flat stomach that dipped into a triangle between those luscious thighs.

The shower stall was so small, I couldn’t wedge myself in there with Corey and Milla standing inside. Instead, I grabbed a bathrobe and threw it over to my brother.

Corey switched off the water and threw the robe around her. It was like trying to get a cat to wear it because Milla put up a good fight, hitting and scratching him everywhere she could.

Unable to take it any longer, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder. Milla screamed murder but he walked right past me and out of the bathroom.

A heavy sigh escaped me. We were both going to be used as punching bags tonight. As long as it helped tame her frustration, I didn’t mind.

I walked out of the bathroom and found the kitchen-cum-living room empty. Voices came from Milla’s bedroom, so I headed that way.

Entering Milla’s room, I found Corey wrestling her so he could dry her hair.

The scene was both comical and tragic. I wished Noah could see what was happening to Milla.

For the first time, I wondered why Milla was bottling everything up. We’d all hurt her terribly, yet she didn’t say a word to her mom or our dad.

Was this all about protecting her mom?

A new kind of respect bubbled inside me. I couldn’t believe how deeply she loved her mom.

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