Page 87 of The King's Maiden

“Always so fucking wet for me. Aren’t you, Maiden?”

“Yes,” I panted, slightly breathless. “Always for you.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, desire gleaming as he took in how much I wanted him, but still he didn’t give me his touch.

“Landon,please.”

He shook his head as he ran his unhurried gaze over my soaked panties. With the tip of his nose, he edged along the line of my thong, grazing my clit before teasing down the other side. And then he did it all over again. Nuzzling my thighs, breathingin my arousal, he clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth as his dark amber eyes filled with regret.

Sinister, fucking-downright-evil regret.

“Good girls get orgasms, Maiden.”

His breath fluttered over my core, coiling everything inside me so tightly, I thought I might explode. I certainly wanted to when he eased off me completely.

“Bad girls get punished.”

He slapped my clit.

I yelped, my eyes widening. It hadn’t been hard enough to hurt, but left me momentarily too stunned to speak. I lay there panting as he tugged his pants up and wiped a dollop of whipped cream off his belt.

His eyes met mine as he sucked his finger clean.

And he walked out of the kitchen right as I found my voice.

“Motherfucker!” My hands slapped on the island, and I sat up with a growl. “I’m going to get you for that!”

His laughter echoed down the hall, and I collapsed back on the island, trying to collect myself.

I had no idea how long I lay there, but it took time to seriously contemplate my life choices.

The ones that led me to this sticky butsomehow-still-totally-fucking-arousingmess.

“What the fuck is this?”

At the sound of that shrill voice, I slapped my hands over my bare chest. My head flew towards the door to find Vivian—and goddamn Max Dread—standing in the back doorway to the kitchen.

I squeaked, unfortunately, and jumped off the island as quickly as I could. Given that it was still a slimy mess, my efforts were neither graceful nor quick enough. But I finally made it to the floor and blew out a huge breath.

Vivian shouted something about this being a shared space, and Max huffed a laugh.

Hunting on the ground for my sleep shirt with one arm still covering my breasts, I crawled around the side of the island.

The shirt dangled in front of my face. And at the end of the heavily muscled arm attached to it, I found Max’s stupid, smirking face.

“Looking for this, Princess?”

Snatching it out of his hand, I used it to cover myself. I rose to my feet and rushed for the door. The driving thought in my head being that I was going tokillLandon Scott when I got my hands on him.

Intent on my murder plans, I missed a stray pile of whipped cream and slipped on it. My foot flew out from under me as I screamed, torn between keeping myself covered and protecting my face. Pitching toward the floor, I let go of my shirt and threw my hands out at the last second.

And landed with anoomphin Max’s arms.

My breasts fully uncovered.

In a goddamn thong.

Because of-fucking-course, I couldn’t just be caught half-naked by him.

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