Page 247 of Lethal King

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Even before I open my eyes, I know it’s her.

My bedroom window slides open. A cool breeze drifts in. It carries a spicy rose scent.

“You’re making a house cat out of me,” Roz grumbles. Her impossibly light footsteps sweep across the rug. I’m just barely able to roll over before she jumps on top of me.

“You were gone too long this time,” I say, slowly letting my eyes reopen.

The sight of her steals my breath away. She straddles my waist, green eyes seductively staring down at me.

“I was gone for as long as I needed to be.”

Reaching up, I palm Roz’s tits. She lets out a deep sigh and starts to sway her hips.

I’m already hard.

“This is going to last as long as I need it to,” I say. Dropping my hands around her waist, I flip her onto her back.

The act makes me grimace. But my lust overpowers the pain in my shoulder and hand.

“Easy there,” Roz gasps, her hot breath washing across my neck. “You’re still not fully recovered yet.”

“It’s been over a month,” I mumble, kissing the edge of her jaw. “I’m tired of resting.”

“Fine. I’ll give you a little workout, then.”

Wrapping her leg around the back of my knee, Roz uses that leverage to flip me onto my back again.

“Fuck,” I wince.

A sharp pain flashes across my shoulder.

Roz’s shoulders drop.

“You’re still too weak,” she sighs.

“Try me,” I sneer, pressing my hips up into her cunt so she can feel my hard cock.

“Wouldn’t you just love that?”

With my good hand, I reach up and grab her around the throat. She doesn’t resist as I twist her back onto the bed.

Suddenly, I just want to hear her say one thing.

“Arm wrestle me,” I say, grabbing her hand. “Even with a bad shoulder, I’ll destroy you.”

“You wish.”

Our fingers clasp around each other’s palms, forming a single fist.

“Three, two, one…” I count down. Before I can say go, Roz starts.

But I wasn’t kidding around. Even if I’m still healing, there’s no way she’s going to overpower me—especially not with this much on the line.

“Fuck!” Roz curses, as I slam her entire arm down onto the mattress. “Fuck,” she quietly swears again, covering her mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t worry,” I huff. Looking over my shoulder, I stare at the closed door. “My family is coming around to you. You don’t have to hide anymore.”