Page 71 of Brutal Prince

Breath.

In fact, I performed these types of tricks on my harem girls back when I enjoyed their company.

“Say her name!” his voice was like gravel as he tightened his grip and I began to feel faint. “Say it!”

“G-Gret…”

“Say her name in full.”

“G-Gretta Nelson.”

He released his grasp and I collapsed to the floor sucking in air, chuckling as I did so. “That was a blast, brother,” I rolled around on the bathroom floor, “we should do this again sometime.”

Leaning over me, “Remember her name, asshole. Because if you hurt even a hair on her head, I’ll come after you and next time I won’t be so kind.”

“I’ll look forward to it, brother,” I called after him as he stormed down the hallway, slamming the door after him.

THIRTY FOUR

Gretta

Whenever I’m in his company it’s as my skin comes alive with electric impulses, I prickle all over and adrenaline surges through my veins urging me to run.

Obviously, I’d become good at ignoring my instincts.

“I won’t give you alcohol,” he said, unscrewing the lid of mineral water and pouring a glass.

I lean against the kitchen bar watching him to see if slips something extra into my drink. I’m sure he did that last time, yet I couldn’t fathom why. Why drug a woman if you’re just going to sit there watching them sleep for an hour? How well did I know the psycho before me? Watching women sleep might be his kink.

I felt braver this time. I woke up with grit in my belly and an objective to achieve. I wanted answers.

He beckoned me to sit on the couch and I follow him as he carried my glass of mineral water. Still my eyes refused to move from the glass.

“How have you been, Cattus?” he asked, patting the seat next to him.

“Busy,” I answered. Instead of dinner, he’s arranged platters of finger food. None of it was particularly tempting right at that moment.

“You work yourself too hard,” he said softly.

“I have no choice.”

His eyes swept my body as I sat next to him. On this evening, they’re a muddy brown color. I didn’t like his eyes.

His finger lightly grazed my thigh and I flinched at his touch. “You’re too nervous, Cattus. Maybe I should give you some wine.”

“I’m fine.” I licked my bottom lip feeling his eyes upon me. “Actually, I’m not fine.”

“I know why you’re here.”

This took me by surprise. “You do?”

“You want to relive our childhood don’t you? Talk about the old times.”

My throat was drying up and in desperate need to hydrate; I took a tiny sip of mineral water. It might be to my detriment. “Why did you do it?” My words were caught in my throat, barely audible.

“I’m sorry?”

I cleared my throat. “Why did you do it?”

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