Page 70 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
“Yes.”
“Have you been drinking?” she asks.
“No more questions.” Mount snaps out his response.
Delilah glances up at him, only willing to meet his gaze for the barest moment before looking back to me. “It’s important to know for bleeding issues.”
I answer her. “I’m completely sober.”
She gives me a look that says, You might be sober but something is totally fucked up about this situation.
Delilah’s not wrong about that.
“Okay, then let’s do this,” she says with a nod, and Scar hands her the toolbox I didn’t notice he was holding until just now. As soon as he hands it off, he leaves the room.
Within a few moments, I’m again lying back on Mount’s desk, this time of my own volition. Either that or I’m losing my fucking mind. It could be either at this point, honestly.
Delilah has me sanitized, prepped, and ready a few minutes later, and Mount stands beside the desk, next to me.
When I catch sight of the long, thick needle that’s going to push through a very sensitive part of my anatomy, the jewelry threaded on one end, gold with an emerald crystal as requested, I start to second-guess my decision.
“Just take a few deep breaths in and out for me,” Delilah tells me, like we’re sitting in Voodoo Ink and this isn’t some crazy house call. “It’s not nearly as bad as what you’re imagining. I promise.”
I breathe as she instructed, but I’m still freaking out inside.
“Okay,” Delilah says. “I’m going to tell you to take a deep breath in through your nose and then blow it out through your mouth, and we’ll be done before you know it. Deep breath in,” she orders, and my hand snakes out beside me, clamping around Mount’s fingers as I comply. “Now, blow it out.”
I grip his hand as I do it, and he squeezes back.
The sting is there and gone in an instant.
“And you’re almost done.” Delilah’s tone is congratulatory. “Just let me unscrew this and get the end of the jewelry tightened down, and you’ll be good to go.”
I loosen my hold on Mount’s hand, but he doesn’t let go. I tell myself it’s because my lungs are still heaving at a rate likely to cause hyperventilation.
After a few more efficient movements, Delilah stands and snaps off her latex gloves. Mount drops my hand instantly.
“You’re all set. I can leave after-care instructions for you. But one thing . . .” Her gaze darts to Mount for a second before returning to me. “You’re going to want to be gentle with it for a few days. It’ll be healed within a week, but . . . take it easy for a couple days. You’ll know if you overdo it. And you also know where to find me if you have any issues or questions.”
I flip my skirt down and close my legs. “Thank you. You’re pretty good at that.”
Delilah shrugs. “Somehow, I always get stuck doing the piercings, but this is a pretty easy one. So much less painful than the nipples.”
My gaze shifts to Mount’s, and I hope he’s not getting any ideas. I’m a big fan of my nipples exactly the way they are.
“No, thank you,” I say with emphasis. “I’m not piercing those.”
“Good.” She looks at the panel that conceals the hidden door where she entered. “Now, how the hell do I get out of this place?”
Keira
After Delilah leaves, Mount escorts me back to my room, and it’s the first time I’m allowed to walk through the maze of hidden passageways and stairs with my sight intact. However, most of my attention is focused on the new sensitivity between my legs. With each step, my clit seems to swell and my body heats.
Spontaneous orgasms aren’t really possible, right?
I push the thought away and think of something else. Like the fact that something shifted in Mount’s office as Delilah pierced me.
For the first time ever, I touched him voluntarily, and I know Mount didn’t miss that fact. Maybe that’s why I’m being granted the privilege of being able to see where my room lies in relation to what I assume is Mount’s inner sanctum.
