Page 22 of A Curse So Vile

Ironically, for as crass as she was, Brenna was like the noblewomen he’d served: demanding, pouty, entitled. They treated him like an object, something meant only to bring them pleasure, and he was happy fulfilling his role…most of the time. They’d don their silks and fancy perfumes, and before he knew it, their shift would ‘accidentally’ slip off their shoulder, exposing a bare breast. He knew that was the signal, and he’d allow his lust to overcome him, tell them how beautiful they were, and serve.

During his travels, it was different. The women didn’t expect him to serve at all. In fact, they participated. Whereas the fancy ladies of the Heartlands laid back, opened their legs, and demanded his attention, the commoners were just as likely to push him down, lift their dress, and ride him like a horse.

But they never satisfied him, and if he had to guess, they too found the encounter lacking.

Brenna leaned back, her neck stretching impossibly long. He took the soap, starting just under her chin, and worked his way down. She released a satisfied hum, and he knew she was pleased by his efforts. This satisfied him greatly, as there was nothing more prized than a woman’s gratification.

He worked the soap over her delicate collarbone and shoulders, hesitating before touching her breasts.

Two rose-pink nipples poked out from the water, so delightful looking, he wanted nothing more than to lavish them with affection, leaving her begging for more.

But Dusklanders, this one in particular, had queer customs, and it was hard to say whether she’d welcome the advance or slit his throat.

She looked over at him, pouting, which only turned his blood molten. There’s no way to misconstrue the lustful glint in her eyes. It could only mean one thing.

He lathered his hands, then set the bar aside and cupped one of her breasts, relishing the way her body tensed under his touch.

A small moan of approval escaped her lips. He pinched her nipple, watching her chest rise and fall in a way that was as hypnotic as it was captivating.

He moved to the other breast, making sure not to neglect one over the other, welcoming the sight of Brenna’s full hips gyrating in the water.

He’d never been so intoxicated by a woman before.

“Get in the tub,” she demanded, her tone as sharp as a dagger.

How could he say no?

As he pulled off his boots, he kept his eyes locked with hers, trying not to appear overeager.

Which was simply not possible.

Having bedded as many women as he had, he knew it was silly for him to be anxious. Still, his fear was real, and he’d never felt more exposed in his life.

She wasn’t like the noble-blooded ladies he was used to, but she was every bit as entitled. There’d never be another like her, and he knew that long after they parted, she’d be on his mind.

Brenna massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples more for his delight than hers. It was a rare treat to see a woman so bold, as even the ladies of the Heartlands were rather coy about their wants. Expecting him to act on their discrete signals.

Brenna did nothing to hide her lust or any other emotion she had.

He was utterly beguiled.

She cast him a wry glare. “What are you waiting for?” Her eyes darted down to his painfully erect cock.

The basin was nearly full, so he cast the tubing out the window and hoped the heat held. His muscles tensed as he settled into the tub, but Brenna remained calm, as if she was completely unaffected by his presence.

It was maddening.

The water covered half of Brenna’s breasts, creating a teasing sight that was better than if she were fully exposed. Her legs lay inside his, her feet near his groin, miraculously avoiding his erect cock.

“Put your knees on the outside of mine and come forward,” she commanded.

He obeyed, positioning himself over her. It was easy to forget how small she was when she had such a big personality, but inside this tub, she was tiny.

She reached between her legs and touched herself.

He wanted to fuck her.

No. He wanted more than that.