Page 75 of The Kingdom of Ruin

He fucking smirks as he shakes his head.

“Say it like you mean it, Addi.” The challenge is clear, fueling the anger I’m desperate to launch at him, but he moves the tip of his finger just an inch and we both feel it. He looks down at where we’re connected, swirling the pad of his finger softly before looking at me with a gleam in his eyes I’ve never seen before. “Say it while you’re not getting wet against my hand, Addi.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I rasp, hands clenching at my sides as I try to push him away, slam my fists into his face…anything, but I’m frozen and at his mercy.

“Don’t play dumb, Addi. It doesn’t suit you.”

I shrug, trying to act as unaffected as possible, but we both know it’s a sham. “I fucked your friend. Now you have to let someone else challenge me.” That’s the logic I’m sticking with, but any hope of it sticking evaporates when his smirk turns into a full-blown grin.

“And that’s what you told Brody?” he asks, his finger still dancing the gentlest sequence over my entrance. I nod, unable to find the words as I focus on keeping my breathing even. “And what did he say?”

The memory flickers in my mind, but I shake it off. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does,” he pushes, earning another eye roll.

“Of course you would.”

“How sheltered has your life been, Addi?”

My nostrils flare, and I’m not sure if it’s because of his bullshit question or the fact that his fingers have paused. “Not very.”

“Are you sure?” he presses, leaning closer so his lips drag over my cheek as he speaks.

“What does that mean?” I hate that I keep asking this question. Every situation, every moment, I’m out of my depth, eager to know more. My curiosity is becoming a burden, and at this stage, I’m certain it’s going to be the death of me.

“It means that there are more men than women in this world.”

“I know that.” What does that have to do with right now, though?

He shifts, tilting my head back to look down into my eyes as he speaks his next words. “You should also know that it means men share.” I gulp, and he feels the movement against his palm, his grin turning more sinister with every second that passes. “Do I need to spell it out to you?”

His asshole attitude pisses me off, bringing me back to the present and making me acutely aware that I need to put as much distance between us as possible, right the fuck now, before I do something stupid.

“No. You’ve made yourself clear. You can leave now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he breathes against the shell of my ear as he drags his finger to my clit, spreading my folds so fucking slowly as he draws circles around the already tight nub.

Fuck.

I slam my palms against his chest, silently proud of myself for doing so, but as I shove at him, he increases the pressure at my core.

“Harder, Addi. I like it harder,” he rasps, pressing his length against my thigh, and I force back a groan. “And honestly, knowing that my friend, my brother, fucked you hours ago only makes me want to be inside you even more now.”

Scoffing, I shake my head as he tightens his hold on my throat. “Forget it.”

“Are you telling me you don’t feel it, too? Deep down, you know you love the fact that you claimed me in the duel. You like how strong it makes you feel, but most of all, you like how you get the big bad wolf in your pocket. Admit it or I’ll happily prove it to you.” He hammers the words home by thrusting two fingers into my core.

My back arches as my fingers curl into his t-shirt.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Now the question is, do you like the advantages that come with you winning the duel more or less than the title you now wear?” His fingers swirl, making my legs weaken.

He senses the desire in my veins, and a moment later he’s placing me on the vanity. The towel falls open, leaving me on display as he takes his fill. His fingers don’t stop. Not that I want them to; my body is in control now.

I grip the edge of vanity, at a loss for words as he blows his breath over my nipples, smirking when they pebble, eager for his attention.

“Tell me you don’t want it,” he murmurs, grabbing my waist so my pussy is at the edge of the vanity. He maneuvers my legs until he has easy access to what he wants before dropping to his knees. “Tell me you don’t want me to get a taste of you.”

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