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He turns his back to me and walks out the door, leaving me to deal with my fury on my own.
Although his words irked me to no end, I know they come from a place of loyalty.
Brick doesn’t want his king to be blindsided.
And the fucked-up thing is, I’m not sure I’ll be able to prevent it.
Chapter 22
Katrina
Anya and Inessa are busy untangling the crystal diamonds from out of my hair when Levi barges into my room.
“Leave,” he commands brutishly, making both girls jump and sprint rapidly out.
The cowards.
“Remind me again, when did I ever give you the authorization to order my handmaidens around?”
But Levi doesn’t rise to the provocation, preferring to walk to where I’m seated and finish what they started. Stunned silent, I limit myself to watching his reflection through the vanity’s mirror as he delicately plucks every diamond out and then begins to free my hair from its braid.
There is a ghost of a smile threatening to appear on his lips as he rids each knot.
I’m not prone to wearing braids, but I thought if I had one on when reaching Arkøya, it would demonstrate to the east how I respect their traditions. A small peace offering that only Levi seemed to notice.
I swallow dryly when Levi picks up a brush and begins to use it on my now loose hair, the tenderness in his actions leaving me both confused and completely enamored.
“I used to spend hours just staring at this hair,” he whispers softly. So softly that I have to lean back in my chair just so I don’t miss a word he says. “How it looked as pale as snow sometimes. But when the sun was out and it hit your locks just right, they looked like spun gold. I used to daydream about the day I could touch it. Run my fingers through it. Brush it against my cheek.”
I turn to my side and crane my neck back to look at him.
“You did?” I ask, my question just above a whisper, my lower belly tightening.
“Hmm,” he mumbles, no smile to his face. “For years this hair has haunted me. It would appear in my dreams and in my fantasies.”
Throat parched and heart thumping loudly, I gently take the brush out of his hand and place it on the vanity. I turn around and lift my hair off my nape so it can drape over the chair. Levi accepts my silent invitation and begins to thread his fingers through each lock. Gently at first, as if mesmerized by it. But then all too quickly is the spell broken, Levi brutishly wrapping my hair around his wrist and then pulling it all the way back, until my neck is craned as far as it can go. My eyes find his haunted—just like he said.
Levi then leans down and whispers in my ear, his warm breath fanning my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
“I bet if I wanted, I could beat my cock with this hair and you’d let me.”
He watches as my throat swallows down his words and heats up my cheeks.
“Is there nothing you won’t do to get what you want?” he accuses, his tone hard like eastern steel.
I shake my head as far as he allows me and lick my lips.
“I thought as much.” He scowls. “So tell me? What reward do you want in exchange for me defiling this hair with my cock and cum?”
His words are crude and vulgar, with just enough of a pinch of cruelty to have my heart doing backflips and my pussy slick with desire.
A reward.
If I let him use and abuse me, I get a reward.
And I know just the one that I want.
“Your braids, king. That’s the reward I want. I want to feel your hair run through my fingertips like you’ve done with mine.”
