Page 37 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Once, one of my men had oral sex with one of my personal whores. I cut off his dick in front of his parents. I don’t see a report of dicks-to-cut-off on my desk over there right now, do you?”

So, that’s where that story was going. Interesting.

“Do you?” He asks again with a raised voice.

“No, Your Highness.” I hate this man.

“Trust me, they won’t touch you.”

Is that supposed to calm me?!

“Theydidtouch me!” I yell with hatred, almost splashing some water in frustration.

“Not with theirhard dicks. You are fine.”

I am clearly not fine.

But good to know he can at least fight for his whores. They have to endure enough with him already.

I can hear some movement, so I open my eyes. He comes to the bathtub and gets a clean cloth.

Goddess, not this sick game again!

He kneels by the side and looks at me with silent command. Does he want to humiliate me even more? By scrubbing me clean like some kid? After all that I endured tonight? When I am so vulnerable?

Fuck him, I won’t let him get to me anymore.

No. I will enjoy this bath.Pampering, yes, that’s what it is from now on. He can pamper me all he fucking wants!

He starts wiping my skin slowly, being extra delicate on all the wounds—starting with my left foot and then my calf. When he goes to my thigh, I close my eyes and pretend to moan.

If he is taken aback, he doesn’t show it.

He continues with the other leg, but I also feel cold water gently falling on my face. The drops quickly slide down and touch my scrapes and wounds, and they start to burn. Burn like hell!

I snap my eyes open.

He is crushing a lemon in his stretched hand over my face! The smell is becoming so intense I can no longer mistake it for my mate. The juice is dripping through his fingers straight over me and my battered body.

What the hell?!

He grabs my jaw and squeezes my cheeks with his strong fingers. I don’t know what he plans to do, but I try to fight it. I lose. He forcefully opens my lips and squeezes lemon inside my mouth. A sour taste invades my tongue.

He kisses me, tasting me, chasing my tongue with his. He leans back finally and growls with pure pleasure and closed eyes.

You sick jerk!I think that, but I don’t say it. I won’t give him this satisfaction.

He continues to touch me. At some point between my knee and inner thigh, he loses the cloth and starts using his hand.

I moan, louder and louder, just like he taught me. Poor guy, I’m using his own sword against him.

“Stop acting like that,” he says, but without a stench of alpha command, so I know he doesn’t really mean it.

No. He likes it. He wants me like this.

He only asked because of this stupid sex game of his. He doesn’t want to lose. He doesn’t want to take me until I literally beg for it.

Unluckily for him, I know how to play. I like to win, and I don’t mind in the slightest what my win would mean. We will have sex at some point either way.

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