Fuck Synder Steel.
And fuck his magnificent cock too.
Chapter Fourteen
I’m storming as wellas sneaking through the corridor toward my room. When I get to the closed door, I listen intently. Silence is all that’s heard. Too much time has passed since the king left the dining hall. He’s long gone.
I open the door slowly to the small, dark bedroom. Unsurprisingly, I find that my bedsheet is now on the floor. The wooden bed frame is angled just slightly out from the wall.
He was here. He searched our room.
And he didn’t find shit.
I shake my head at the mind games this fucking hellhole plays but I have more important things to worry about right now.
Like my orgasm.
I push the door shut, but a glinting tattooed hand catches it at the last minute. I halt and look back at the shadowy man standing there.
Malace’s crimson eyes peer at me in the dark.
“Yeah, I need a minute. Like five fucking minutes.”
“I can’t do that.” Malace looks blankly at me, and I just know he has very specific orders he’s following.
“How many times have you seen me naked?” I throw the question at him, and his brows lift high in surprise.
“I don’t know. Maybe twice.”
My lips curl back at that answer. “You’ve seen me naked?”
“Well, yeah. I’m your stalker. That’s part of the job.”
“I wasn’t aware you were a stalking pervert!”
“I’m not a pervert!” he exclaims.
“Then give me five fucking minutes to change.”
His gaze shifts back and forth in thought before he nods and steps out of the room, closing the door quietly behind himself.
Okay! I throw off my torn shirt, shake out of my pants, and kick my boots to the other side of the room. I have five minutes to prove Synder hasn’t fucked with my head. Him and his meaningless cock are not something that’s going to screw with my mind.
I won’t let it.
I pull my cool sheet over my naked curves and settle into the soft mattress. I’m rushing, but for the love of epic orgasms, I’m going to pretend like I’m not. Everything’s fine. I’m relaxed. I feel amazing.
My fingertips skim slowly down my stomach. My other hand brushes lightly across my nipple, peaking it with the barest of touch.
His kiss flickers through my thoughts, catching my breath as my fingers travel lower. Anticipation strums through me with the parting of my thighs, spreading myself as my fingers dip into my wetness.
The way his cock stretched me shudders through my core. His cruel smile sears into my mind, and my eyes flash open instantly.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Everything okay in there?” A deeply concerned voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Shut up!”Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!At this point, I know I’m saying it more to myself than him. I slam my eyes closed once more for some unrushed, uncomplicated alone time.