Page 33 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
But I’m getting out. I get to go to work. I focus on that because it’s the only thing that matters right now.
Then I remember the black-and-gold device I left on the bathroom counter as I leave the closet.
I don’t need instructions to know where it goes, or the significance of the fact that I wasn’t provided any panties.
The door to the bathroom opens without invitation.
“Three minutes, Ms. Kilgore.” His gaze darts to the item I’ve just been contemplating. Again, one corner of his mouth tugs up. “I see you’re not finished preparing yourself.”
Our gazes clash and I stand straight, my chin lifted with pride as our battle of wills plays out in silence. We both know I’m going to lose.
“Are you going to do the honors, or am I?” he asks.
The question sends a bolt of heat straight to my core, even though the opposite should be true. I wish that dark stare turned me ice cold, but it does nothing but spark a firestorm.
“I was just getting to that. If you’ll please excuse me for another moment.”
My request is overly polite, and apparently amuses him because both corners of Mount’s lips tug upward. Instead of leaving, he leans one broad shoulder against the doorway.
“You’re forgetting who gives the orders here. Pull up your skirt, bend over, and fill your pussy with that toy or I’ll gladly do it myself.” He pauses, his grin turning wicked. “Actually, fuck that. If you don’t do it right now, the next thing filling your cunt will be my cock as I fuck you across that countertop and watch you come in the mirror.”
Sweet Jesus. I cover my mouth with both hands to silence the shocked breath I suck in. The filthy words that fall from his lips go straight to my core as wetness gathers, already threatening to drip down my thighs.
I reach for the toy with one hand and pull the front of my skirt up as discreetly as possible with the other, keeping my bare ass pointing in the direction of the closet and away from his view.
I should have known better.
He shakes his head. “Face the mirror. Bend over.”
The fear that filled me last night when he told me to bend over is absent this morning, and in its place is the rage I harnessed. But something else burns just as brightly. It’s like he’s tapped into a need I didn’t know existed. Like I actually want someone to tell me to do these dirty things to myself.
I force that thought from my mind as I follow his command, bringing the toy to my entrance.
“I’m willing to bet you don’t even need lube.”
I squeeze my eyes shut because he’s not wrong. The latex of the toy slides against my slickness.
“Fuck yourself with it first.”
I heave in a breath and do as he says, pushing the toy in and pulling it out, teasing myself almost to the brink. I shove it in harder, needing only the tiniest bit of stimulation on my clit to push me over the edge. My other hand sneaks around, but he growls another command.
“Stop.”
With the toy fully seated inside me, I freeze.
What the hell am I doing? About to get myself off in front of a man I hate?
I stand straight, almost quickly enough to lose my balance, and smooth the skirt down. When I turn to face him, I pretend none of this ever happened.
At least, until one hand disappears into his pocket and the toy comes to life, vibrating inside me.
My knees go weak at the shock, and I fumble for the edge of the countertop to stay upright.
“Oh my God . . .” It’s a breathy whisper, and I hope to hell he can’t hear it.
I’m not that lucky.
He stalks toward me, meeting my gaze. “That’s not what you said last night when you made yourself come.”
