Page 66 of His Rule (The Rite Trilogy 1)

But she reaches to switch off the water and turns her gaze to me. The way she watches me, it’s like she sees right through me. Her body is submerged, dark hair floating on the surface, her face so pretty, so overwhelmingly pretty, that I break my own rule again. I strip off my shoes and socks. My pants. She watches, holding her breath as I push my briefs off. Her eyes move to my cock, and I let her take it in before crossing to the tub and climbing in behind her.

She turns in my arms, water splashing onto the bathroom floor.

I hold her and push hair from her face. She straddles me, but I grip her hips.

“No.”

She grunts her disapproval. “Yes.”

I dig my fingers into her hips to halt her and force her to sit across from me.

“I don’t care, Judge. I don’t care if I’m pure.”

“I do. And just to be very clear, my brother won’t. You stay away from him. Now give me your foot.”

She slides her foot provocatively along my thigh. I catch it and give her a look.

“Why do you hate him?”

“Sibling rivalry,” I say, cleaning her, massaging her muscles as I do. She’d have been sore from the way I had her trussed up last night, but then adding what happened this morning, I’ll take even more care.

“I’m sure he’ll tell me if you don’t.”

I squeeze her ankle. She winces. “You won’t ask him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You will stay away from him. Am I clear?”

“I thought only sisters were jealous of each other.”

“I’m not jealous of him.”

“No, clearly.”

I grit my teeth and concentrate on washing her, then drain the tub. I climb out to wrap a towel around my hips before helping her out, wrapping one around her shoulders to dry her. Even though my touch is light, I am aware of her every wince.

When I’m finished, I find the first-aid kit and a bottle of soothing arnica lotion, then guide her into the bedroom.

“Lie down on your stomach. I’ll do your back first.”

Mercedes makes a point of climbing onto the bed on all fours and looks over her shoulder at me.

I look. Of course I look. I’m a man. “If you know what’s safe for you, you’ll stop shaking your ass at me and behave.”

“I’ve never wanted safe,” she says and slowly lowers herself.

I adjust my cock. I should get dressed—at least put on a pair of pants—but I don’t. And I don’t want to think about why. Instead, I climb on the bed and straddle her thighs to massage lotion into her shoulders, her arms, and her back.

She moans as I make deep circles with my fingers all the way down over her ass before lifting off her to flip her onto her back. I settle on my knees between her legs and massage the lotion into her feet, bandaging the cuts as I go and bending each knee in turn to rub the ache out of her muscles. I’m very aware all along of how her pussy is right there, directly in my line of vision.

When I’m done with her legs, I lean over her to rub the arnica into her chest, her breasts. My dick dips between her thighs, and those moments it touches the wetness between her legs, I suck in a breath and grit my teeth. It takes all I have to hold back. She’s wet, and I smell the sweet scent of her. It's enough to kill me, never mind the dark heat in her eyes.

I cap the lotion set it aside, and watch her. She holds my gaze at first, but then hers falters, and she turns away.

“No, that won’t do. Look at me,” I tell her.

It takes her a minute, but she meets my eyes, her cheeks flushed.

“Good girl. Now put your hand between your legs.”

"Judge—”

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