Page 80 of Emperor of Wrath

“Good girl.”

He lets go of my wrist and I yank it back, trying to squash down the tingling, needy feeling I get from being called that.

Kenzo turns and walks back to his coffee.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

He sips from his mug, not looking at me. “I did not.”

“Well?!”

“Well, what?”

I stare at him open-mouthed. “Well, pregnancy is a thing!” I snap. “And who the fuck knows what I could have caught from you!”

He glares at me. “Right back at you.”

I glare back. “I do not have any STDs. Ass.”

“Well, I don’t know that.”

“I do!” I blurt. “As for you, who knows where you’ve been sticking that thing.”

“‘That thing’ doesn’t like to be called that thing,” he frowns.

“I honestly couldn’t give less of a shit. And please don’t tell me you’ve named your dick.”

“I haven’t,” he mutters. “That includes ‘that thing’.”

I roll my eyes. “What I’m saying is, who the hell knows where you’ve been.”

“I do,” he hisses. “And it’s nowhere bad.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Kenzo snorts. “No, you know what? I think we should. How about you? Where have you been?”

I fix him with a withering look. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

“Trust me,” I mutter. “I don’t have any STDs. Okay?”

Kinda easy to be sure of that when you’ve only slept with one person ever, and tested clean after you managed to escape them.

Kenzo rolls his eyes. “What, are you actually trying to sell me on you being a thirty-three-year-old virgin?”

“Fuck off,” I mutter, turning away from him.

“Give me a list.”

I whirl back. “Excuse me?”

“A list.”

“Of?”

His face darkens. “All the men you’ve been with.”

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