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“I jumped in the bath, so the water soothed it, stopped it from scarring too badly. Over the past two years, they’ve healed well. They’re barely there.”
My voice cracks as I finish my sentence. The pain of that night comes back to me. Every day I think of my scars healing is just another reminder that life’s moving on whether I want it to or not.
“I don’t want them to heal,” I whisper. “This is all I have left of her.”
I know how that must sound, but these scars are the only visible reminder of that night. The proof of my pain, the proof of my loss. Without them, what if I forget what all of this was for?
“The scars that heal on the outside will never fully heal on the inside, Theodora. The scars on your heart, that’s what you’ll have left.”
I look into his eyes, mine glistening with tears, and he gently cups my cheek.
“I’m sorry you lost your mother, Theodora.”
“I’m sorry you lost yours, too.”
My words take him by surprise and he studies my face, flicking from my eyes to my lips, and in one swift movement, he leans in and his lips crash against mine, a burst of passion shooting from my lips down to my toes. I wrap my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to bring us closer.
He lifts me easily and I wrap my legs around him, our lips never breaking. My tongue dances with his as I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling at the collar of his shirt, a hunger in me, desperate for more.
The shower continues to pour as he stands there with me in his arms, both of us pulling away at the same time. Our eyes frantically find each other like our mouths did, the hunger just as obvious in him as it is in me. We catch our breath and I lean back in, desperate for more, and King doesn’t hesitate, kissing me right back.
He takes a few steps forward, my back hitting the shower wall, and I drop my legs and start to pull off his blazer, annoyed at the lack of skin he’s giving me. He lets me pull it off before coming back in for more, his mouth finding mine, cupping my jaw, whilst his other hand starts to travel lower.
His fingers tickle my lower belly, my thigh, my hip. Everywhere butthereand I whimper at the need for his touch. He smiles through the kiss and his finger finally hits that sweet spot, relieving me of some of the pent-up pressure.
King bites my lip gently before pulling away and lowering himself to kiss my chest, my nipples, my stomach, landing on my inner thigh. He’s on both knees, looking up at me, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“I told you next time I’d taste you,” he says, breaking the silence. His tongue laps me up from bottom to top and my knees instantly buckle. His hands pin me to the wall at my hips to keep me upright whilst his tongue continuously licks my clit in slow, tantalising strokes. Fire starts to burn low in my stomach as King’s tongue works faster.
“Say my name, sweetheart,” King says from between my legs and the sound of his voice instantly sends shooting sensations up through my core. I moan his name, over and over, loving the sound of it on my lips.
“King. King. King.”
King keeps up the pace, devouring me, switching his tongue from torturous flicks to my clit, to diving it deep into my pussy, lapping my juices from me. The tension builds and I arch my back, my hands pulling tightly at King’s hair, and my orgasm reaches its peak.
“That’s it, Theodora, now be a good girl and come for me.”
Following his command, my body rides out an orgasm, so powerful and strong, like champagne bubbles bursting from the cork. I continue to ride my high as long as King’s tongue continues to tease my clit until my legs give up and King lets go of my hips, gently bringing me to the floor with him. He kisses me roughly, the taste of me all over him turning me on more.
My hands find his hair again, tugging at him to pull him as close to me as possible.
I feel completely vulnerable, caught in a moment of weakness, but King’s giving me everything back. This isn’t rough and rushed like last night. This is passionate and slow, and I’m craving more and more of him.
His mouth claims mine, and for a brief second, I remember the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue and how familiar his kiss is and a small whimper leaves me, overwhelmed by what’s happened and how we ended up here.
King pulls away to look at me, and the ecstasy of the last few minutes dissipates when my eyes find his, cold and bored. With a quick shuffle, King manoeuvres himself to standing and looks down at me, really looks down at me, like a peasant, spent and breathless on the floor.
“Clean up, sweetheart,” he says bluntly before turning and walking away from me without a look back.
His blazer lies in a sopping puddle on the floor of the shower, along with me.
13
KING
I peeloff the remaining items of my wet clothing, throw them to the floor with a wet slap, and wrap a towel around my waist. Leaning up against the wall-length window, my palm leaves a wet outline, the condensation rippling under my breath.
My dick is still rock-hard, the taste of Theo still lingering on my tongue, and I groan in defeat. I should have never let this happen. This girl murdered my father. I can’t be entirely angry over the fact she killed him, but I’m angry that she beat me to it.
