Ruthless King

She blinked. No? What did ‘no’ mean? “No?”

“No, you aren’t too heavy. No, you won’t speak about yourself like that. And no, I won’t stop.”

Her mouth dropped open. “That’s a lot of no’s.”

“It is.”

“I don’t think I like being told no.”

“Maybe you don’t hear it enough.”

She didn’t think that was the case. She’d heard it a lot growing up. Actually, it was more ‘don’t.’

Don’t make noise in the house.

Don’t open the door.

Don’t talk to people about what happens at home.

Don’t go into your father’s study.

Things like that. She hadn’t been told ‘no’ because she’d rarely asked for anything.

“Is your nose sore?” He started prodding it with his fingers.

“It’s fine,” she said, trying to move her head back, away from him.

“Stay still,” he told her firmly. “I’m trying to check that you’re not hurt.”

But it was embarrassing. She’d banged her nose. There was nothing wrong with her.

“It seems to be all right.”

“Cool. Can you let me get down now?” He wasn’t moving. And he was way too close for her peace of mind.

Imagine what it would be like if you were both naked and he was sliding his fat, thick dick?—

“No.”

Holy shit. Had she said that all out loud?

“You like that word a lot, huh?”

“I do.”

She grumbled to herself as he placed his hands on either side of her, leaning into her.

Damn it.

Why did he smell so good? No one smelled that good in this heat.

Oh heck.

How did she smell?

“I want you to stay right here while I clean the glass up.”

“What? Why? I dropped the glass. I can clean it up.”