Page 67 of The Heir

"King," I yell. "King-Hendrix! Stop!"I scream so loud I feel the blood rush to my face and a ringing enter my ears. King pauses in the middle of another punch, and snaps his head to the side to look at me. When his eyes meet mine I falter, losing the quick burst of bravado that made me stand up to him. "Oh shit," I whimper.

Turning fast, I scramble across my bed, hitting the floor running as I flee to the bathroom. The closest place I can go to get away from the look he just gave me.

"I told you not to fucking put your body on my wife under any circumstances! Do you fucking get it now?Do you?"King yells as I crash through the door, hearing it slam against the wall. "Get out into the hallway,all of you,"he says from behind me, but his words fade into the background as I'm single handedly intent on getting space between him and me.

I knock my knee hard clambering over the clawfoot tub at the end of the room and hunker down with my back against the wall, wrapping my fingers over the lip of the tub. Goosebumps erupt across my skin at the creak of the door opening and I lower even further when he appears in the doorway. I wet my lips as his eyes meet mine.

Cold as fucking ice.

"H-Hang on, I don't want any trouble-"I say through gasping breaths. And I certainly don't want a repeat of this morning.

My skin burns as he advances closer, his gait controlled and steady, and his brow pulled low. "Oh Isobel, we are so far beyond that it's almostlaughable."He walks deeper into the room, his eyes unwavering on mine. "He was on top of you?" he says, so quietly I know it's a trap.

I shake my head. "King, Iswear to God,it was an accident. I was trying to scream for help, he stopped me, I tripped on the bench and wefell. That is it!"

I'm explaining with everything in me, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't care about the details.

Only thisonedetail.

"I asked, was he on top of you!?" he says sharply.

"Yes." My lips tremble. "Please don't beat me," I say in a small voice.

"Beat you?"he half scoffs. "No. No that's whyhegot the ass beating he got,so you didn't have to.Give me a little more credit than that." His eyes turn hard as he regards me. I stay silent, watching as he folds his arms and spreads his legs. "He could have seriously injured you, falling on top of you like that.He is three times your size!"he says loudly, causing me to flinch. His face turns to stone as his expression changes from angry, to serious. "He was clumsy. and I don't pay my men to be clumsy. To be careless with the one person who means everything to me. Out of all the things I cherish, you are at the top of that list. I value you above all else!" He empasises with a single, passionate shake of his head. "I told him to not put his body on top of yours, Isobel!" he snaps. "I get you're angry. I get you're upset, but evenyouneed to understand that when you are up against a man much bigger than you, acting the way you act"-ouch-"that chances are, you will get hurt."

My lips tremble. "It's your fault for abducting me," I say in a small voice. "A-And not giving me any underwear. This is all on you!"

His eyes narrow at me, and from the look on his face I can tell I'm in danger. In this moment I question everything I thought I knew about him.

This is not a King I ever want to mess with.

His eyes leave mine to drag my body in a thorough assessment. "Be that as it may. This was a lesson for the both of us. However, if you pull this shit again, I'm going to think youwanthim on top of you-"

Nope.

“I don’t-“ I gasp, my heart pounding as the blood rushes in my ears. “I don’t want his body on mine.I don’t, King, I don’t!"I plead hard, keeping myself behind the claw foot tub. "But I'm going to fight back, King. You're keeping me here against my will you can't expect me to just lie down and take it-that's crazy!"

"I'm not crazy."

"You're jealous!"I snap."Jealous people do crazy things!"

King circles slowly towards me, closing the distance between us. Forcing me to fall back onto my hands, quickly crab-walking away from him. His head tilts dangerously. “Oh. You wanted to make me jealous then?”

Oh God. I'm making this worse somehow.

“No!” My eyes go wide as I continue to walk backwards on my hands, inching awayfrom him.

His feet, in a pair of dark brown dress shoes, hit the shiny tile with a little clack. Heel toe, heel toe, just playing with me like I’m prey.

King's blue eyes harden and narrow even more. “Or maybe you wanted to piss me off, perhaps?Because you didn’t manage to dig under my skin enough this morning?!”he barks at me and I let out a whine, swallowing hard as his eyes glaze over now, and I’m not sure what emotion’s winning at the moment, anger or passion.

In my desperation I crumble, shaking as I continue to scooch back until my shoulders hit the wall behind me.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to be manipulative! I wouldn’t do that to you, King. Even if I am mad at you, I would never purposefully try and make you jealous!Especially with the security!”I yell.

“You wouldn't be the first woman to tempt a security guard to get back at her man for something.” He steps towards me again, resuming our cat and mouse game. By the tilt of his head and the shrewd cut of his eyes, I'm sensing that he is very much indeed toying with me. Trying to goad me like I goad him. “And you seemed mighty flustered back there."

The sly tip of his smile causes the blood to rush from my head and almost choke at the feel of my heart lodging itself in my throat. Ignoring the burn in my arms, I inch out from around the wall and begin to crab walk backwards again, feeling my robe slipping dangerously close to exposing my pussy.

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