Page 30 of Fated to the Wicked King

“Has anyone else touched you since me?” he rasped against my neck.

I couldn’t answer.

There was no way he couldn’t guess the answer.

I could only gasp against his touch as his fingers moved rougher, faster.

Of course not.

Of course nobody else had touched me since him.

Even when I touched myself in the past eight months, all I could ever think about was him.

I was already teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice. In complete surrender. I shouldn’t let him do this. But at the same time, he was the only man I ever wanted to let do this.

“Allie…” He nipped lightly on my ear—and I was gone.

I stifled a loud, broken moan upon reaching my pinnacle.

Oh—my ever-loving god.

Bursting waves of sudden, intense, electric pleasure radiated through every inch of my body.

I sucked heavy, deep breaths in and out through my release. And it kept rolling and rolling—god, how long was it going to go on? I struggled to blink out the spots in my eyes. I seriously needed to catch my breath.

There was yet another chuckle from deep in his chest, rumbling against me. Then just as suddenly, cold air washed across my back as he got up, got off the bed, took across the room, and left, closing the door shut with not even a single word.

My panting was the only thing that broke the silence that remained in the room.

Goddammit, Rabb.

Turning, I pressed my face against the pillow to muffle my frustrated scream.

For once, I didn’t stay awake all night pondering possibilities, escape attempts, theories, and circular thoughts about the past, the present, or anything else.

Exhausted, physically sated, I fell asleep in an instant.

Ten

IRRETRIEVABLE

Iwoke up refreshed and well-rested.

There were no shadows to summon me this morning. Daylight flooded my empty chambers.

Quiet. Still.

As if nothing had even happened last night.

Goddammit, Rabb.

I buried my face in my pillow at the warmth creeping up my neck and my face while every rational thought, warning, and consequence came crashing back into my mind like a rebellious tempest.

Was that simply another dream?

It couldn’t be. I shook my head as I got up. If it were, it would have been the most vivid of them all. My legs were still jelly, making it a struggle to get myself cleaned up and changed. I threw my lab coat back on.

I studied the gleaming hairclip in my hand for a moment. Hope whispered in my heart once again. Even if last night meant absolutely nothing to him, it was confirmation—finally. It was undeniable proof.