Page 58 of Brutal King

Lust and desire take over her and I think she forgets I’m here. But I don’t care. Watching her pleasuring herself, feeling her soft pussy in my palm and her wetness around my fingers is absolute perfection.

I’m hard as steel, precum leaking from the slit on the head of my shaft. My balls tighten as she contracts around my fingers and makes herself come.

When she’s done, she releases my hand and rolls her head toward me. With a wicked smile, she says, “I’m sorry if you felt used, but I don’t regret it.”

A roar of laughter bursts from me. “Just. Like. Me.”

Her smile fades and she stands abruptly. “I’m nothing like you.”

Standing too, I grab the white fluffy robe and wrap her in it. When she peers up at me, I say, “Yet.”

I missed several calls and two texts from Scarlet.

Scarlet: 990

The message comes in with a code we use to prove it is us. The first sends a random number, and the other replies with the same in reverse.

Scarlet: Are you alive?

Me: 099. And yes.

As I expected, the phone rings.

“What the hell? Why weren’t you answering?” Scarlet demands.

“I’ve been busy.”

“You left me here with this kid, and I have shit to do too.”

“The shit I gave you to do,” I correct. “Which is to take care of Maisel.”

“Maisie.”

“What?”

“You know she doesn’t like it when you call her Maisel.”

“Why do you think I call her that?” I grin as I think about the feisty teen who isn’t afraid of me. “How is she handling it?”

“Better than any other kid in her situation.” She goes silent for a second. “I feel guilty. She’s only fifteen. What if this scars her for life?”

“The death of her father has already done that.”

“But, we’re compounding to it.” She sounds exasperated, which concerns me. “Maisie should be worried about high school, not criminals.”

“It was Thomas Cameron’s responsibility to keep them from harm. He failed.”

“So now she pays the price? Another innocent life affected by what we do?”

I listen to what she’s saying and what she’s not. Another innocent life. It’s not just Maisel she’s talking about.

“Alma was an accident,” I remind her.

She swallows audibly and lets out a breath. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

“They aren’t’ the same.”

“Aren’t they?”

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