Page 19 of Monsters In Her Head

Cal thrusted a few more times into the whore before pulling out and releasing his load all over her back and hair with a satisfied grunt. Pulling out of her, he threw a cloth at her and said, “Get out.”

The dark-haired woman with large tits didn’t linger or ask questions. She quickly swiped what she could of his cum off of her and gathered her clothes. Half dressed, she hurried through the bedroom door just as Luis opened it.

“I see your tastes have changed,” Luis commented with a hint of humor in his tone. “Tired of petite little blondes?”

Cal ignored his brother’s taunts and went to the wash bin. Using a rag, he cleansed himself of the bitch’s cunt and scent. It horrified him he had to pay for his sexual release now. Cal was attractive. He could have any woman in court or employed at the palace under him with just a cruck of his finger.

Unfortunately, none of those women were Georgia.

“What news do you have for me?” Cal asked, jerking his pants back into place and walking to the nearby table for a drink.

“I thought it was peculiar that you requested someone with such dark hair and voluptuous figure,” Lu continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “Then I thought maybe you grew bored with fucking the same hole every time. Now, I realized it’s because she looks like your betrothed.” Lu’s lips curled up at the side. “Feeling a bit frustrated, brother?”

Not even bothering to set down his glass of wine, Call pulled a dagger from his waist and threw it at his brother’s head.

Naturally, Luis dodged it with a smirk. “Touchy subject. I see.”

“I won’t miss next time,” Cal threatened and then drained his glass before refilling it. “Now, tell me what I want to know and it better be something good or I’ll have to bring that bitch back and slit her throat. I really don’t want to find another whore to take her place.”

Luis cocked a brow. “Testy today it seems.” When Cal shot him a warning look, Luis conceded. “Very well. We haven’t found a way into the mountain... yet. But our soldiers are scouring every inch until we find a way in. If there is one. They’ll find it.”

“Of course, there’s a way in, otherwise how would those monsters be hiding there? They didn’t just dig under it, there had to be a way in.” Cal muttered more to himself than to his brother.

“Don’t worry, brother. We’ll find it.” Luis stepped forward patting him on the back. “Then we’ll find the princess and this kingdom will be ours.”

“That’s if that old coot doesn’t ruin it for us,” Cal snarled, flopping down into the chair at the table. “One word from him and the whole thing could go up in smoke.”

“That brings me to the next piece of news,” Luis clicked his tongue and frowned. “He’s noticed his soldiers are missing.”

Cal snorted. “That was bound to happen eventually,” Cal stated, not bothered by his brother’s admission. The fact that the Kinokos’ king hadn’t noticed until now said something about the rulers and none of it was good. Cal would never let his soldiers not report in immediately and the lax security around the palace made it even worse.

“That is not the concerning part.” Luis continued, a pinch between his brows. “Those guards we didn’t think were watching saw when we disposed of the bodies and ratted us out to the king.” Luis paused watching him for his reaction.

Cal blinked at his brother. “And?”

“And has called us to come to him and explain ourselves.” Luis picked at his nails, before flicking a piece of lint off his shirt. He paused for a long moment, letting Cal take in his words. “How do you want to proceed?”

That old king was getting on Cal’s last nerve. He was lucky that Cal had any interest in his third rate kingdom. If it weren’t for Cal, the other kingdoms would have swooped in and taken over, decimating the countryside and people before killing him and probably his pain in the ass daughter. King Fergus should be kissing Cal’s ass and not questioning his every move.

“Cal?”

Jaw clenched and hands curled at his side, Cal contemplated his choices. One the one hand he could come clean and make up some kind of story to explain why he’d tortured and killed his soldiers. None of them could tell anyone else where the princess was located before they died and while that put Cal on the winning side, it could pose a problem in the long run if he didn’t pass along that information to the king.

“Cal? What are we going to do?” Luis’s incessant questioning pushed on Cal’s nerves.

“I don’t know.” Cal muttered and dragged his shirt on and buttoned it up with quick fingers. When he finished, he looked down and found the buttons misaligned. With a scream of frustration, Cal ripped the shirt open buttons flying across the room. He jerked the shirt off and threw it on the ground, stomping on it with his boot until it was a crumbled mess on the floor.

Chest heaving, Cal glared down at the shirt before shooting his gaze up to Luis. “Let’s get this over with.”

“What are we going to tell the king?” Luis asked again, handing him a clean shirt.

“Fucking whatever we want.”

“And if he doesn’t accept that answer and wants more?” Luis prodded, arching a brow amusement on his face at Cal’s actions.

“Then we kill him and make it look like an accident, then take the kingdom as our own and destroy anyone who gets in our way.” Cal stalked out the door and added on, “Even my cunt of a betrothed.”

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