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“Um... I—What?”

His lips pull at the corner with a devious smile.

“You’ve let me eat your pussy and fuck you crazy but taking a nap with me is where you draw the line? Prude.”

I close my eyes to focus on just my thoughts and not his cock that’s growing harder as we speak. Someone spritz it back down with a spray bottle before I make any more bad decisions in my life.

“I don’t sleep with men who try to kill me day in and day out.”

“No, you just fuck them.”

My jaw tightens as I open my eyes to glare down on him.

Why is his smile so fucking sexy right now?

“The festivities will last until dawn tomorrow. You’ll need to be ready if you plan to survive them without being claimed by the King by the end of the night.”

My foot taps impatiently for me to make the decision to either crawl under his warm blanket or run out the fucking door screaming. I blow a long, pent-up breath from my lungs to get the lock of hair out of my face as I give him my most serious look.

“I want the pillow between us at all times.”

“Will there be room for it with all that lustful tension that already lies between us?”

I bite my cheek hard.

“Pillow! Now!”

“Okay, but it’s pretty thin. I can’t promise that it’ll hold much back between us.” His taunting smile is so fucking gorgeous, I want to slap it off his arrogant face.

He slides the white pillow down his abs. It’s the slowest push of his palm traveling down before it finally covers cock.

Shit. Why do I have the intense urge to be reincarnated into this man’s pillow in my next life?

If I’m being honest, a little slut bus voice at the back of my mind is crying to see him covered up.

Stiffly, I sit at the edge of the mattress. I kick my boots off much less gracefully than he did. I look up at the door and wonder if there’s still time to go running screaming into the streets.

A crack of thunder shakes the thin walls. Then the sound of rain pounds against the rooftop.

I guess that’s the finale of our little argument.

He wins.

And though I won’t say it to his face, he’s right. I should get my rest before tonight. I’ll need it.

My legs slip in, and I don’t face him as I take his kind offering.

Synder Steel will always be an enigma to me. He’s the cruelest man I’ve ever met. And yet he continues to find kindness to show me.

There are several moments that slip in without a word between us. His warmth seeps into me, and the mattress shifts as he exhales and with that very breath, he seems relaxed.

He’s relaxed around me.

“I don’t trust you,” I whisper.

A beat passes before he turns toward me, his breath wafting along my neck in such a way that I physically ache to feel him. He doesn’t hold me like Ruin would. He doesn’t bring me calming energy.

He brings total fucking chaos.


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