Page 57 of Brutal King

Every curve, her small breasts crested by pink nipples, the dark triangle between her thighs just above the sweet, sweet slit. Her eyes are a bright sapphire that contrasts perfectly against her dark hair and pink cheeks.

“You look like you’re about to eat me,” she says.

“Soon.”

She glances at me, the pink of her cheeks deepening, but says nothing.

I help her into the warm bath. She sinks into it up to her neck and sighs. While she rests, I gather a few things— a sponge, soap, and a clean robe.

“Why doesn’t my suite have a tub?” she asks when I return.

Sitting beside her, I motion her forward so that I can wash her back. “Most of the renovated bathrooms don’t.”

“You have one.”

“Which you may use anytime you wish.” I rub the soapy sponge over her back and arms, allowing my fingertips to graze her skin as I go.

“Mmm. Does this personalized service come with that offer?”

I pause, surprised by her question. It must surprise her too because she suddenly has a coughing fit. “I meant— that if— that came out wrong.”

“I’d gladly wash you anytime,” I say roguishly. “Just say the word, and you’ll have me doing your bidding.” I push her back just as she rolls her eyes.

“I can wash myself.” She attempts to take the sponge from me, but instead, ends up holding my hand as I plunge it between her legs and wash her there.

Releasing the sponge, I use only my fingers to gently clean between her folds.

She shuts her eyes and lets out a distressed, “God help me.”

“God isn’t here, Little Bird. If you want me to stop, you must help yourself.”

“You’re a monster,” she says, but her hand remains on mine as I stroke and tease.

“A monster you fucked all too willingly.”

“I had no choice! You threatened to kill my brother if…” she moans.

“You held my attention. I never said anything about sex. It’s you that decided to go this route. Could it be because deep down it’s what you wanted?”

“I could never love you.”

“Are you so sure about that?” I turn my hand and feel her against my knuckles. “You’re wet. So wet and so ready for me. Tell me you want me inside you again.”

She lets out a strangled cry, as if she’s fighting it, but can’t hold it in. “Yes. I want you inside.”

I laugh and she shivers. “I might be vile, but you’re the one that wants me in spite of what I’ve done, maybe more because of it. Is that what it is? You like that I’m dangerous? That I’ve killed men. That I can so easily killyouif I wanted to? Is that what turns you on?”

“I hate you!”

“You say that, and yet you want me. Do you know why that is? Have you wondered about it? What’s inside of you that would make you want someone who does bad things?”

“Why are you doing this? I’m not a bad person. I’m not. I…”

“Aren’t you? Have you even wondered if I’m redeemable? No. You don’t seem like the kind to want to change a man. You want me just the way I am because in your heart, you know we’re the same.”

“I would never do the things you do.” There’s doubt in her voice.

“Perhaps that’s true. Or, perhaps you just haven’t had the chance.” I insert one finger and she cries out. Two, and she bucksagainst me. Three has her pressing my palm to her clit as she pumps against it.

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