Page 94 of Kings & Corruption

I stepped into the hall and turned right toward Oscar’s room. The door was usually closed, but this time it was open a crack, music playing from inside.

I knocked softly. “Can I come in?”

There was no answer, so I pushed the door open a little more, thinking maybe he couldn’t hear me over the music. The smell of soap and shampoo hit me all at once, the sound of running water coming from the half-open door.

He was in the shower.

Fuck me, the last thing I needed to think about was a naked Oscar all wet and slippery in the shower.

I was preparing to shut the door behind me when something on the bed caught my eye. I only hesitated a few seconds before stepping into the room.

The room was large and well-furnished, with a modern bed (neatly made) in dark wood, a desk, and two dressers. Across the room, the door to his walk-in closet was open, his clothes hanging like shadows inside it.

But the thing that really got my attention was the TV. It was massive, taking up nearly half of one wall, two bookcases on either side of it with DVDs lined up on their shelves.

The cords from his gaming system were neatly arranged and tied together, and a black leather sofa faced the TV. This must be where Oscar watched movies and hung out when he didn’t want to be in the media room or with the other guys.

The water was still running, so I walked over to the bed, focusing on the photographs that had drawn my attention from the doorway. They were spread out across the black and gray comforter, and it only took me a second to realize what they had in common.

They were all of me.

I touched the edge of the ones on top, spreading them out so I could see the ones on the bottom, but yep. Every single one of them was of me.

Some of them were in black and white, and some of them were in color, but they’d almost all been taken when I wasn’t paying attention. There was a color photograph of me at the river the day Oscar had taken me into town. In the picture, my head was bent to the river, sparkling in the sun behind me while I rinsed my hands, my hair lit up from behind like a halo.

I slid the pictures aside one by one, watching the first weeks of my life in Aventine pass before my eyes, seeing them as Oscar had seen them through the lens of his camera.

A picture of me laughing in the kitchen, probably because of something Rock had said, given that his hand was in the frame, the sapphire in his ring flaring in the lights.

My face lit by the bonfire on Game Night, the shot obviously taken from across the fire. Oscar must have been hidden by the shadows when he’d taken the picture.

Me, leaning against the wall at the Orpheum, my hair tousled, lips swollen, clearly taken after our steamy makeout sesh in the projector room.

There was even one of me drying off after a shower. It had been taken from the doorway of my bathroom, my back turned to the camera as I toweled off my legs, water beading my spine.

I should have been pissed — and maybe I would be later — but the picture was good. If it had been hanging in a gallery somewhere, it might even have been considered a work of art.

“What are you doing?”

I spun to find Oscar standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

Completely naked.

It made sense since he probably hadn’t expected company, but that didn’t stop the raw hunger that roared to life in my body at the sight of him.

“I… uh… the door was open…”

“You didn’t answer my question.” There was no anger in his voice, just curiosity.

There was no eagerness to cover his nakedness either, which wasn’t a bad thing, because Oscar Drago naked and dripping from the shower?

Well, that was a fucking sight to behold.

His dark hair was tousled, drops of moisture clinging to his sculpted chest and muscled abs, and the massive dick hanging between his legs — make that the massivepierceddick —made my pussy pulse with hunger.

I could almost feel him fucking me.

“I was… uh… coming to apologize,” I said, forcing the words out around the lust vying for control of my senses.

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