Page 63 of Brutal Prince

Indi

“Mmm, mm, mmmm, mm, mm.” I tap my foot against the end of the bath, splashing water everywhere. My earbuds are on full blast, sending wave after wave of cathartic heavy metal deep into my ear canals.

Yeah, kill them all, you fucking motherfucker.

“Mmm, mmmmmmm, mm.”

I need more wine. I grab a metal goblet from the rim of the bath, and shiver a little as a light breeze caresses my arm. I glance over at the bathroom door, and frown hard.

The fuck? Did I leave it open?

Admittedly, I’d already had three glasses of wine — some really decent red — before remembering I wanted to submerge myself in a mountain range of bubbles.

I gulp at the wine and set it back on the rim. Breaking off another block of chocolate from the slab, I slip it into my mouth.

“Mmmm, mmm, mmmmm.”

Kill other motherfuckers, kill them fucking dead.

My foot resumes its splash-tapping.

When I take another sip of wine, another breeze slides over my damp arm.

I glance at the door and freeze.

The wind’s pushed it open almost a foot.

“Fuck…” I groan. There’s no way in hell I’m getting out of this deliciousness to close the door. Marigold texted me earlier to let me know she had a prior engagement tonight; I have the house to myself.

I squirm in the tub, and take out my earbuds. Heavy metal is awesome if you want to get rid of residual frustration, but porn is even better.

Marigold would probably never be caught dead with something as radical as wi-fi in her home, but I got a good data deal with my mobile back when Mom—

I gulp at my wine, and rest the goblet on my tummy as I flick through the thumbnails on the first porn site that came up when I googled ‘nasty rough sex’.

Yup, I’m a freak like that. Then again, who isn’t?

“There we go,” I murmur.

At a creak behind me, I twist in the tub fast enough to send a wave of rose-scented suds over the side.

I’m tempted to say, “Hello?”

I burst out laughing at the thought and sink back into the bubbles.

The wind, Indi. It’s the fucking wind, you paranoid freak.

I drain the rest of my wine glass and set it down on the rim. The last block of chocolate goes into my mouth, and my free hand slips under the bubbles.

My back arches as my fingers make contact with my clit. I circle that sensitive nub of flesh, goosebumps breaking over my skin.

“Mmm.” The chocolate’s melting in my mouth, and that’s elevating everything to the nth fucking degree.

I slide a finger inside myself, closing my eyes and resting my head back on the rim as warm water tickles its way deep inside me.

I juggle the phone, almost drop it in the water, and let it fall on the bathroom mat instead. Fuck it, I don’t need porn to get off. I’m full of red wine, and chocolate, and all I need is…

Briar’s blue eyes fill my mind.

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