Page 68 of Filthy Hot Prince

I raised my eyes at her flushed face. Someone seemed turned on. I couldn’t blame her, I had been teasing her with bristles of brush on her naked body.

“We would what, Valeria?” I pressed, wanting to tease her more. But she wasn’t alone. I denied us both the pleasure of sex. I was equally, if not more, aroused and sexually frustrated than her.

She looked down at her lap. “Have sex?”

I smiled at her small shy voice and leaned down on the bed, keeping my arms on either side of her body, caging her.

“Aren’t you sore from last night, sweet?” I purred in my low voice, licking the shell of her ear.

Valeria breathed out, “I don’t care.”

Before she could reach out to me, I pulled back, frowning at her. “But I care. Taking a warm bath will help you. Come on, I am helping you clean up.”

I was being selfish, wanting to be with her and caress her skin in the name of cleaning up. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying bathing me, softly trailing her hands all over my chest and back, apologizing for her nail marks, kissing my back. I would wear her marks proudly.

My Valeria had marked me, after all. There was nothing to hide about them.

I helped wash her hair, massaging her scalp and washing it off and talking to her about the call she had last night.

“We are launching a new product, a new scent, so Brandon wanted to ask me when I would be back in London for testing,” she said as I showered her with the shower head.

“What did you say?”

“That I am busy seducing the Prince of Azmia,” she said cheekily, grinning over her shoulder. I sprayed water on her face as she giggled, my lips landing on her neck and arms wrapping around her.

“He must have been jealous that you are here with me.”

When she didn’t reply, I turned her around and tilted her chin. “He was, wasn’t he?”

She held my wrist, kissing my palm. “He wanted to take me on another date.”

My eyes narrowed at the thought of him having dinner with her. Or anyone trying to date her.

“And?” I asked, trying not to be bitter about it.

Valeria was stunning and kind. I had to remind myself that she might have been with other men in the past.

“Of course, I said no, Khalid.” She wrapped her hands around my chest, warm water pelting over both of us. “I want to be withyou.”

My heart thundered hearing her.

She wanted to be with me? Khalid Al Latif? A murderer?

Holding her, I kissed her head. Even though I wanted to be with her,did I deserve it? Did I deserve to be happy after taking someone’s life?

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