Page 62 of Swamp Kings 1

Either way, I’m happy to help you however you need. I trust you.

Trust him.

What do you trust me with?he texted.Just getting in my car and about to head back. CanI call you? I need to hear your voice.

The moment she typed herOf course, he switched to phone and hit the call button then got on the levee road leading out.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Her concern felt like a punch to his lower stomach and balls. “Yes. And how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m good. A little sore from working out when I couldn’t sleep.”

Sweaty body visions got added to his menu. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Just… so many things on my mind.”

“Julian?”

“Yep. And everything going on in the world.Andhow I can help you has really been front and center. What did you think of my suggestion?”

“I think I like it.”

“Great!” she said, her tone arousing the fuck out of him. And why? She sounded like she always did, a devoted Creole King Academy student, pleasing her teacher. Yeah, that was it. He liked that. Her being a sweet, good girl. Innocent. Breakable. He loved the idea of her delicate and fragile. The problem was why he liked it. He didn’t want to protect it, he wanted to crush it then drag them both through the broken pieces until blood covered them. Then he wanted to roll around in that filth while everything bled. After, he could put it all back together, lick it clean and do it again.

“Okay. How are your symptoms?”

Her attempt to hide her sexual fragility stoked his fire. “Raging out of control.”

“Alright,” she soothed as lust thumped in his cock ‘til his entire groin ached. “Just… try and ride it. And… you may as well embrace it, it’s just sexual pleasure and that’s known to be good for you.”

“Lyric…”

Every psychotic urge flooded his tongue in a deluge, forcing him to hold his jaw shut.

“Yes?” she carefully asked, the sound of her fear and arousal tearing through him and thickening his breaths.

“I think… about doing very bad things.” His breath exhaled sharply at the confession. Fuck, he’d opened the door. It would never be shut again.

He waited in the silence, every second she struggled, a stranglehold moving up and down along his cock.

“Do you need… to talk about it?”

“No,” he whispered. “Icraveto talk about it. But… it’s things you should never hear.”

“They’re just words, Nidev. You’ll be okay.”

Nidev. It was the first time she called him that. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Call me Mr. Nidev. Or King Nidev.”

“O-okay,” she said quietly.

“And they are not just words. They have power.”

“But… only if you give them power,” she said. “You taught me that.”

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