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“This year. I’ve fucked a thousand cunts and asses and mouths this year. Two or three per day on average, many more on festive occasions.”
Now, her jaw falls. Chuckling, I rise too fast for her to react and bring my thumb to her mouth, pressing it past her lips, to her wet tongue. “You do have a wondrous mouth, you know. I’ll enjoy fucking it too.”
She swats my arm aside. “What makes you think I intend to be one ofthousands?”
Proud. Beautiful.Perfect.
“I could as well ask you why a proper southern lady would have such calluses on her palms. Idle needlework doesn’t damage one’s skin this way.” I grin. I know why her hands are rough. They’re used to wielding blades, just like mine, but she’d never admit to it. My voice lowers to a whisper. “I’d wager you spent a fair bit of time earning them on your hands and knees.”
She hates my assumption, but she won’t correct it. What would she claim to be, if not a whore?
I decide I might as well let this farce play out now. “Come. I have a mind to sheath my cock inside you now. I suppose you’d rather not climb over my throne? Let us retreat.”
And she has a mind to shove the blade hidden in her bodice inside me, so she follows.
8
RHEA
No one is surprised to see the king leave early, and with a woman, even less so. I blush at what they must think of me, mostly because it’s accurate enough.
I joined Doplov’s spies three years ago, and I’ve worked in the field for two of those. I’ve been touched and I’ve touched others to get the information I needed many a time.
Certainly not thousands.
“You never did reply. It is my turn, is it not?” King Doryn, if that’s indeed his name, says as we pass empty corridors with nothing but watchful guards and silent statues.
“Huh?”
“Your lovers, darling Rhea. How many have you pleased?”
“Oh, that.” I wrinkle my nose in distaste. “Aren’t we done with your truth game?”
He’s about to get what he wanted out of me. Surely he doesn’t care to hear me speak now.
Though I won’t deny fear coils deep in my belly, I am delighted he’s taking me away from his guards, from the eyes of his court. Better yet: he wants to have his way with me, which will place him in a vulnerable situation. He’s unknowingly making my job much easier.
“Oh, trust me. We’ve just started playing,” he says with a low, deep chuckle that doesn’t leave me indifferent.
I like his laugh. I like the way he looks and talks and flirts. I didn’t even think myself capable of being attracted to a man, so of course, I’m drawn to him, this monster I’m about to murder.I’ve never been drawn to anything good for me.
“I wouldn’t call any of them lovers, exactly.” I don’t see the benefit in keeping quiet. Displeasing him now would go against my interest. “A man took advantage of me, once, and I’ve taken advantage of a few men since.”He no doubts assumes I mean I took money from them, when my goal has always been information.
“So you’ve used and been used. Never pleased.”
I don’t enjoy sex as much as the rest of the world seems to, so it’s never been recreational for me.I let Sorsha lick my folds once to show me how I’m supposed to please a lady. That was nicer than the relentless hammering of a sweaty man’s rod inside me. Doplov made me suck him many a time during my training, stroking my hair and telling me how I should improve my technique. By the time he cleared me, I was quite proficient at it, and while the act itself left me cold, I liked the power it gave me. I liked seeing him lose himself to my mouth.
“I’m quite good at pleasing others,” I assure him.
We reach a vast chamber not far off the ballroom, lined with thousands upon thousands of books. A large white desk painted gold in places presides from the center, elegant chaises settled either side. It’s an office of sorts, not his rooms, which shows what the royal jerk thinks of me. I am a whore to be rutted as speedily as convenient before dashing back to his guests.
“That man,” he says as he shuts the door behind me, and lights the chandelier’s dozens of candles with a flick of his wrist. “Is he dead?”
I tilt my head.
“The one who hurt you,” the king clarifies.
I shrug. “I don’t know. And he didn’thurtme, exactly.”I was simply given the choice between spreading my legs for him or being cut open by his sword, and opted for the lesser evil.
