Page 120 of Never Die for a Sinner
Stalking toward her, I don’t miss the way her gaze trails down my body, lingering on my still semi-hard cock for only a split second before flicking back up.
So that’s what it takes to get her to look me in the eye . . .
“Get in the tub, or I will put you in the tub,” I say darkly, stepping right in front of her. “Blanket and all.”
She glowers at me, a tremor moving through her when I slip my hand over the smooth skin of her upper thigh, where it peeks out of the blanket.
“Fine,” she grumbles. “But only because I’m filthy. I’m not doing this for you.”
“Noted,” I murmur dryly, stepping away from her to put some distance between us. I cross back to the tub and throw some soap in the water.
She hops down from the counter, but keeps the blanket wrapped tightly around herself while she shuffles to the edge.
I take a breath to calm myself. It’s like wrangling a damned toddler.
“I’ve made you come in every position possible, Ava. It’s not like I haven’t seen it already.”
Her cheeks flame, and she glares my way. In a rush of defiance, she drops the blanket, and my dick twitches at the sight of her standing naked in front of me.
Fucking hell.
I don’t bother hiding that I’m staring when she shoves past me and climbs in the tub, sinking into the bubbles.
“Scoot forward,” I grunt, and she stares up at me with wide green eyes.
“Why?”
I don’t give her an explanation and step in behind her.
In a flash, she slips to the other side, sinking back against the old porcelain and shooting daggers at me.
“Isn’t this romantic?” she muses, her arms over her chest. “The lowly maid and the high lord of Cross Palace. I can’t wait to tell the other commoners.”
I’m this fucking close to dragging her back out to the bed and fucking that little attitude right out of her.
“Anything else?”
I can’t tell if she wants to fuck me or hit me. Probably a bit of both, judging by the way her thighs rub together when I place mine on either side of hers and sink down into the water.
When I cut the faucet off, silence rings out in the cabin, the only sound the rain falling on the tin roof outside.
I want to be pissed off at her for going off by herself after I told her not to.
You know what? Scratch that. I am pissed. She could have died tonight.
“What the fuck were you thinking coming out here by yourself?”
She looks at me like I have some kind of nerve, asking her why she put herself in danger.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I needed to check in if I wasn’t leaving the property.”
“You could have died.”
“You’re being dramatic,” she grumbles, leaning her head back against the side of the tub.
“I’mbeing dramatic?” My temper flares. How the fuck can she not see I’m losing my goddamned mind over her while she barely registers I exist unless I’m making her come? “You’re the one who went on a hike and got yourself lost to prove a point.”
Instantly, she shoots up in the bath. Bubbles splash over the side.
