Page 79 of Kings of Lust
‘What about those cold legs?’ He asked while walking towards me, removing his jacket to place it over my shoulders.
‘He knows. Maybe everybody knows,’ I was so angry that I let a tear fall into the white carpet of snow.
‘Everybodydoesn’t know. Stop being so dramatic. Who told you he knows?’
‘Camden.’
‘Oh...’
‘Oh!?’
‘He might suspect something because of the blanket. But trust me, hedoesn’t know. Unless you led him to believe it was true.’
My gaze was blank.
Did I?
‘Ok, so maybe you did. Why does it even matter? He fingerfucked that girl he was with. It’s not like you got seen by Holly Mary.’
‘You’re right, Cole. You’re always right,’ I couldn’t fight with him. I felt I basically didn’t have the strength to do anything anymore.
I knew he sensed the tone of my voice, but for the first time decided not to even think about punishing me. Instead, he just ignored my remark ‘Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.’
‘Can I go to the room?’ I asked, a little fed up with this party.
‘Yeah. Go. I won’t be long either. Just need to have a word with Cam.’
I closed the door the instant I got inside the room, racing to the bathroom to fully wash myself off of him. I remembered I wanted to cry, but even tears were refusing to accompany me as the torment of the person I’d become was ruling my very existence.
The touches. The kisses. The fucking feelings I nurtured for each one of them. All leading me to be someone else.
Someone that I needed to fight from surfacing.
Despite what I was truly feeling, I decided to take Irina’s advice ‘never say no’. Maybe that would get me through the day. At least throughthisday, because I definitely couldn’t fight him any longer. And deep down, I hoped that by changing myself to be no different from every other living breathing girl around him, I wouldn’t be such an attraction to him.
I dressed in a sexy multi-string bra and a tiny pair of panties. My king returned to the room less than half an hour later to find me in the middle of the bed, waiting for him between the pillows. ‘Either you can’t get enough of my dick, or you have mixed personalities,’ he growled, walking next to the bed. ‘So? Which one is it?’
‘I’m just giving you what you want.’
‘You don’t have the slightest idea of what I want even if I keep telling you,’ he got into the bed, next to me —shoes and clothes on ‘Move over, Mouse.’
I dragged my body a little away from him as he brought his head to rest face down over my navel. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked.
‘Nothing.’
‘You see, I can’t take you seriously when you give me bullshit answers like that. I askedwhat’s wrong?’
‘You keep saying I should play girlfriend, but you treat me like a tramp.’
‘I haven’t even touched you. Are you on drugs?’
‘Not now. Earlier.’
He made me feel as cheap as the girls that got chosen by theirgods.
‘Why? Because we had sex on the couch? If you remember, you came like in five nanoseconds. But ok... you didn’t like it...’
‘Me liking it doesn’t excuse the fact that you forced me into it. For you, I’m no different from the girl that got fingered by Cam.’
