Page 120 of Tall, Royal Hater
“Mum’s family is originally from the Region of Rustam in southwestern Jahandar. When a child is born, the custom is for someone in the family, usually a grandparent, to design a pattern and have it stitched into a blanket, or sometimes baby clothes, as a gift.” He walked towards the vanity in the corner where a massive, out-of-place bottle of lotion sat. “I had mine tattooed while I was in the Special Brigade. The band is only part of the pattern. The one on my chest is the full design.”
“I didn’t know your family was from southwestern Jahandar,” I said as he came towards the bed with the lotion in one hand. “I assumed you’d always lived in the royal capital.”
“We’ve never talked about our families,” he replied matter-of-factly.
It wasn’t as if we didn’t know about each other’s families—with Esmeralda being the common denominator, we’d stayed at one point or another with my family and his mum. Mainly because other than arguing, we didn’t actually talk, but we especially didn’t bring up family.
Except for that one time I cussed you out about your dad.
I bit down on my lip. I still felt guilty about that. More so, knowing who he’d been to see earlier. But I wasn’t going to apologise for it. Not when he hadn’t apologised for what he’d said to me.
“Move your legs.”
I moved them closer to my chest, though Shehryar still practically sat on top of my feet. With his muscled back slumped in a relaxed hunch, he hooked my ankles over his folded thighs. My toes twitched as his leg hairs tickled my skin, and I was suddenly reminded by a rush of cool air that I had no underwear on. But I sat silent and wary as he pumped out some lotion on his hands and began massaging it into one of my calves.
“You’re irritatingly meticulous with this,” I muttered, my upper lip curling.
“I already explained to you why.”
“Maybe just chill with the whole dominant, gonna-break-you-in-half beast act instead.” I shrugged.
His brows lifted in amusement. “I didn’t hear any complaints while I made you come multiple times.” I flushed pink and glared. His lips quirked proudly as he lowered his attention to his hands. “And I’m not always so dominant.”
I grunted. “What do you mean? You’re the biggest control freak I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not,” he said, rubbing gently around a hickey above my knee. “I can hand over control too.”
“Bullshit.”
He looked me right in the eyes. “I can.” He was being serious. “I’m not going to let someone lock my dick up or shove something up my ass. But if a woman wants me on my knees, begging—I can do that. I prefer being dominant, but there’s a different kind of pleasure in being submissive.”
My jaw collapsed into my lap. “You’re lying.”
No way was bossy-arse Shehryar Timur a switch.
“I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
His eyes danced under the challenge. “If I prove it, you’re going to end up on your back with your legs in the air, coming again and again until you don’t know day from night while I beg you to let me come on your face. Do you really want that right now?”
Mentally? Yes. The image had my core throbbing. Physically? My clit whimpered in fear at the thought of taking another five or six orgasms.
We fell into silence as he massaged my thigh, then moved onto my other leg. But I couldn’t get the possibility of hulking Shehryar on his knees, hands tied behind his back, face flushedas he whimpered and begged me to let him come out of my head.Fuck…that was hot…
It wasn’t until he moved to my right arm that he broke our silence. “Did Esmeralda tell you why I didn’t go to the castle with you today?”
It took a few blinks for my drooling, horny thoughts to fade away so I could process his question. And honestly, he caught me by surprise bringing up the forbidden topic.
I was silent for a second too long. “What makes you say that?”
“You haven’t asked where I was.”
I grunted. “Yeah, because you assumed I care. Which I don’t. Hence why I haven’t asked.”
And you didn’t tell me yourself. Dickhead.
He lifted his chin. “No. I hadn’t assumed you cared. I assumed so because I know what you and Esmeralda are like. I know she would have told you because you two tell each other everything.” A wide smirk spread across his lips. “But it’s good to know that you cared about my absence.”
