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“Alright?”
Letting go of her hand, I pat my thigh and Duke to step to my side. “Alright, do your thing.”
I imagine Savannah’s changing expression, when instead of heading to the door, I head to one of the lounge chairs she still has in here.
It’s facing the window, so I grip the back and noisily drag it so it’s facing the room. So I can watchOrlando.
Savannah is standing where I left her, one brow raised, looking deliciously annoyed. “Seriously? Don’t you have something better to do?”
“Certainly.” I make sure she can feel my eyes dragging down her body as I lower my frame into the chair. “But I’ll do that later.”
CHAPTER64
Savannah
“I’ll do that later,”I mouth to myself as I wash my face in the bathroom sink.
Organizing the show took twice as long as usual, since my beast of a husband wouldn’t leave the room. And, because my panties had been wet ever since he snapped at me again.
Why do I like that?!
And okay, if I’m being honest, even though I was a little terrified for Orlando, the second I turned and saw King storming across the room, my core started tingling.
I didn’t need his protection at that moment, but I love that he so willingly gives it.
And breaking a man’s arms?
That should bother me.
I’m sure it should.
But I can’t decide if I’ve always had this twisted part inside of me that enjoys violent vengeance, and King just unlocked it, or if I’ve spent too much time, too close to the devil, and his darkness is just seeping into my soul.
I pat my face dry and think about how King looked, leaned back, manspreading in that chair, watching me work.
God, I wanted to climb onto his lap and beg him to just fuck me already.
My body pulses.
I need to give in.
I need some dick.
CHAPTER65
King
When Savannah comesout of that bathroom, I’m going to tell her that her time is up. That I’m done waiting. And that if she can’t ask for my dick all on her own, I’ll find a way to make her beg for it.
I’m reclined on the bed, one hand behind my head, one hand pressing down on my growing length, when the bathroom door finally opens.
Backlit, Savannah stands there, hair around her shoulders, body hidden under a robe she took from me, that’s far too big for her, with her hands shoved into the pockets.
I open my mouth to demand she come here, but she speaks first.
“Do you remember that little vibrator you found in my bathroom?”
Her question is not what I expected, and it takes me a moment to answer, my cock hardening even more at the reminder. “I remember.”