Page 38 of Deadliest Throne

A massive grin takes over my face, and he shoots me a glare.

“Raven,” he says in a warning tone.

I let out a breath and roll my eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Brat.” He shakes his head.

"Always." I chirp, not bothering with a towel, and walk out into the hallway naked. Hunter is on his way up the stairs, and when he gets to the top and sees me, he nearly trips over the box in his hands.

It sends a thrill knowing just how much power I hold over my men, and I give my hips an extra sway in my step. Hunter groans, and I know I’m about to need another shower.

Chapter 10

Raven

“Hey, Little Mouse.” Hunter steps into my room. “What are you up to?”

"I'm trying to read, but the pain in my lower back is making it so I can't concentrate. Everything hurts. My legs, my feet," I whine, tossing the book onto the bedside table. "I love this little one, but I'm not a fan of the pain pregnancy brings. I'm so damn big, I feel like a whale."

“Shut that sexy mouth of yours.” Hunter sits on the bed next to me. “You are not as big as a whale. You're fucking gorgeous; don’t you get that every single one of us have hard cocks like all the time.”

I give him a look. “Mhhmm.”

“I’m not kidding. You're so fucking sexy that all we think about is pinning you down and fucking you.” He shrugs, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl next to me. “It’s becoming a problem. I know it is with me. All I can think about is shoving my face between those massive tits and rubbing against them like a cat.”

“Hunter.” I laugh. “Stop.”

He grins. “It’s true. Sorry, babe. But you’re like the strongest hit of Viagra.”

“Oh, keep talking dirty to me.” I roll my eyes but I’m smiling even though my answer is sarcastic as fuck. “You’re crazy.”

He chuckles, taking my foot and placing it in his lap. He starts to massage it, and I groan. “Fuck, that feels good. Keep doing that.” I lean back against the pillow and relax. I don’t even bother to smother my sounds of pleasure at how damn good it feels. My feet are so damn swollen.

His hands start to slowly move up, massaging my legs next. “Your hands are like magic,” I moan.

“I know something else that’s magic,” he chuckles.

“Perv.” I huff out a laugh.

“Always for you. Also, loved your little show outside with Quinton the other day.”

My eyes snap open. “You have cameras out there too?”

“Oh, Little Mouse,” he chuckles. “I have cameras everywhere.”

“Of course, you do.” Then I narrow my eyes. “That better not include the bathroom.”

“Maybe it does.” He wiggles his brows, and I’m filled with mortification.

“Hunter!” I gasp.

“I’m just fucking with you.” He starts to cackle. Fucking asshole.

I grab one of my pillows and start to beat him with it. “You're such a dick!” I shout.

“Alright, alright!” He laughs, grabbing the pillow. “Get on your hands and knees, and stick that sexy ass in the air. Let me get your lower back.”

“Fine. Only because it really hurts.”

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