Page 67 of Kiss the Filthiest King

SHEER CRUELTY

BONUS

Loch

Ididn't exaggerate when I said we, the folk, are easily bored. My sister's not been alive long enough to realize that yet, I suppose. That's the only excuse I have for the game I played last night. The one I'm still playing now.

That, and the fact that someone ought to play with Caenan. He's far too high-strung.

"Oh, let me help with that."

"No need," the man grunts, though he's having a hard time bending over in his reinforced suit.

Ignoring him, I get on my knees in front of him and tie his shoelace.

"She was delicious, the mortal," I tell him, looking up. "In case you wondered. I think they're slightly warmer than the folk inside. And those tits. I could have sucked those tits fordays."

I see the boot flying in my direction in plenty of time to block it, and laugh. Far too fun to play with.

"Come on, my friend. It's all good fun. You could have had her with very little effort."

It's not that the girl is easy, exactly. Not any more or less than most mortals, often seduced by the folk. But she was dying for a distraction.

"She's the high queen's sister."

"And I'm the high queen's brother," I counter. "I don't think Darina will mind. Oh, she'll tell me not to hurt her, and blah blah blah, but let's face it, I'm not lying to her, or pretending I care. This is only a game."

I see the punch, too, but it comes too fast. I chuckle as it collides; it's been a while since I’ve taken a hit like that.

As I said. He's entertaining.

Caenan's either too young or too naive to have thought to hide his obvious admiration, even fascination for the curvy little thing. He practically has stars in his eyes every time he looks at her. It was just too tempting to have her first. I'll likely be tempted into having her again, too. Until he cracks.

Because it's fun, in more ways than one.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my sleeve, leaving a trail of blood there, black as night, void of iron.

"What do you want?" Caenan bites out, staring at me like he has to restrain himself from killing me.

"Whatever for, the girl? It's not like I own her." I tilt my head. "Yet."

I probably could. I didn't try to seduce her earlier; not truly. Not her mind. I just gave her the release she was desperate for after the fucked-up days she’s had. But there's no denying that I could make her love me. Mortals are ever so easy for the likes of me.

"What do you want to leave her alone?" he expounds. "She won't survive you."

"That, unfortunately, is the nature of mortals. They die fast."

By the look in his eye, I'm a second away from another punch if I keep pushing. I get to my feet, done with his shoelaces, and lean in.

"I won't need to fuck her if I'm too busy fucking you, though. And you look like far more fun."

In truth, I want to see him come undone, all that haughty, restive pride blasted inside out.

Caenan rolls his eyes. But he's not an idiot, so he also opens his breaches. He won't get a better offer from me. I rarely bother to deal in anything as simple as a little bit of sex.

"Best get back on your knees, then, princeling."

I glance down to his cock, large though it's soft, and grasp it in my fist. "Oh, I think not. I think it's time you learn to take it."

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