Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
I made up my mind right there in the middle of class that just because Belphe had power over me... it didn’t mean he’d get to enjoy it.
“If it’s not poisoned, eat it,” he ordered. “Now.”
I shrugged. “As you wish.” Skipping over to the table, I picked up the fork and happily helped myself. I figured he’d be suspicious of anything I served him, so I only chose food I wanted to eat.
“Yum,” I chirped, digging into the cheesecake. A symphony of creamy vanilla, butter, and sugar burst on my tongue. Say what you would about hell, but this place would get no complaints from me about the food. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” I teased, waving a speared piece of sausage at his darkening expression. “Yummy, yummy, tasty, tasty.”
I don’t think it was possible for anyone to look more disgusted than he did right then.
“Enough,” he said, turning away. “Prepare my bath.”
Shrugging, I brushed past him and went into the bathroom.
Every time I went into it, I was knocked over by the luxurious finishes and obscene expense. Would I have liked to live in this dorm without the demon intruder? Absolutely. But I had a strong feeling that no matter how much I irritated him, I’d be the one forced out, and not him.
Wonder if there’re any more dorms this nice hidden among the demon wing? I thought as the tub filled. Under the sink I found a bottle of sweetly scented bath oils, so I dumped them indiscriminately into the water. There were still a bunch of keys left over in the box, so I could just grab a bunch and go around trying every one until I find a room that’s comfortable for me and Sab—
The door flew open.
I looked up in time to see Ronin quickly swipe a piece of cheesecake off his lip, and then scowl at his reflection—as if he was pissed at it for not warning him he left evidence of enjoying the meal I brought for him.
“That’s enough,” he said, jerking his chin at the running faucet. “I’m ready.”
“Okay.” I turned it off and stood to leave. “Have a wonderful bath, Mr. Belphe, and—” I pulled up short, blinking at him.
He stood between me and the door, those cool, glittering ruby eyes reflecting my confusion. Expressionless, he held out his arms.
It took me a full thirty seconds to realize what he wanted me to do.
My smile vanished. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
His smirk curled into his cheeks, setting free two tempting dimples. “What’s this? Your phony deference disappears so soon?” Ronin clicked his tongue, setting my teeth on edge. “Pity.”
Phony deference? He saw through me and what I was doing that easily?
No, a stubborn voice butted in. It’s not going to be that easy at all.
“What? What are you talking about, sir?” I chirped. “Forgive my surprise, I just couldn’t believe you wished me to sully you with these unworthy hands.”
I paused, hoping against hope that he would tell me not to sully him with my touch, but all I got for my awkward silence was a raised brow.
I forced a laugh. “Oh... kay.” Shaky fingers reached for his belt. “Here we go. This... is... happening,” I croaked as I tugged the belt free and then grasped the hem of his shirt. “I am undressing you now. For your bath. And it’s not weird or creepy at all.
“Nope,” I popped, dropping his shirt on the floor. “I’m f-fine with his.” My voice cracked at the hard, smooth, bulging pecs crowding my face. “Absolutely fine.”
I reached for his zipper and my brain fritzed out, putting an end to my rambling.
Ronin was not the first or even the third man I undressed. I was not the bumbling virgin I appeared to be then, but never in my life had a man this gorgeous... glared at me this hard while I unbuttoned his pants. So much naked hostility didn’t tend to accompany an act this intimate, so I flat out had no idea what to do with myself.
Swallowing hard, I snapped my gaze to my shoes and quickly pulled down his pants, then his underwear. I was looking anywhere but up as he stepped out of his clothes and brushed past me.
The doorknob beckoned me like a siren to the sea. “Okay, well, have a good bath, Mister—”
“Get my loofah.”
I blew out a hard breath. “Mr. Belphe,” I forced through gritted teeth. “You are closer to the loofah than I am.”
Indeed, I put it right next to the soap dish.
“What’s the relevance of my proximity to the loofah?” he asked. “Either way, it needs to be in your hand to wash me.”
If I thought my brain crashed to a halt before, it was nothing compared to the crater-inducing explosion that resulted from those words. Slowly, I turned to him... and that damn shit-eating smirk.