“Aye.”
“How would you feel if I didn’t believe something you told me?”
“I would think that you were wrong and tell you that you were wrong,” he says with all seriousness.
“Can’t you see how ridiculous this double standard is?” I snap. “I tell you what I witnessed, and you want to lock me away for rest.”
“I’m sorry, all right?” he says. “I fucked up.”
“You did and I appreciate the apology, but it hasn’t changed anything,” I tell him sadly.
“Why no’?” he asks. “Dahlia saidSuzanne is here, that people have seen her. She’s alive so you were wrong.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I shout. “You didn’t believe me. You didn’t trust me.”
“You were wrong. Doesn’t that count in my favor?”
“No,” I answer. “Because you didn’t even give my statements thought, you just disagreed and offered to ship me off to rehab.”
“And I apologized for that.”
“And again, I thank you for the apology but please excuse me if I don’t jump to share my thoughts and feelings with you in the future.” I shout so that I won’t cry because dammit my feelings are hurt.
He rolls us so that I’m on my back again with him hovering over me. “I want everything from you,” he says. “I won’t allow you to keep anything from me. Not your heart, nor your brain, nor your delicious cunt. It’s all mine and I won’t let you keep any of it from me.”
“Yes, my King.”
He sighs and then says, “We are no’ backsliding here. We’re going to work through this.”
“Yes, my King,” I repeat.
“And we’re going to work through it in the shower because we have an investiture ceremony soon.”
“Then you best let me go to get ready,” I say softly.
“Never,” he says, all his authority ringing through in his tone of voice. “But I will leave you so limp from orgasms you can’t possibly remember to be mad at meanymore.”
“Rhys—” I start but I don’t get any more of my complaints out because he pulls out of me and sits back on his knees. His cock glistens with our cum and is still hard, bobbing in front of him. He grabs me by the waist, and I let out a shriek as he tosses me over his shoulder and heads into the bathroom. Or I assume it’s the bathroom because all I can see is his round ass.
It looks so good and firm. I’m mad and turned on and I want to bite it, so I lean forward and sink my teeth into his cheek.
He swats my ass hard and says, “Careful love, if I knew you wanted to play rough, we would have. So let’s say for every time you bite my ass, I’ll fuck yours.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me,” he purrs. “I want to fuck every part of you. Unfortunately, we need an heir and there’s only one way those come about. So until then, your cunt it is.” He thrusts two fingers inside me and just holds them there, flickering over my g-spot, and driving me insane. I’m helpless to get away, but it’s also not enough to make me come.
I want to snarl at him to stop playing games with me but, in a sense, we’ve been playing different games with each other through our entire relationship, and those of the carnal variety are no different.
He sets me on the counter with an ordered, “Stay.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“I didn’t say you were,” he replies calmly. He flips on the taps in the shower and watches me with his light eyes that seem to see everything I wish to hide. Steam quickly fills the bathroom, and he checks the water temperature with his hand before scooping me up and carrying me into the glass enclosure.
“I can shower myself,” I say, telling him something he already knows. “I’m a grown woman.”
“Aye,” he says with a heated gaze aimed in my direction. “That you are.”