That said, he began f*****g her with his finger in earnest, his eyes watching her face observantly. She closed her eyes and tried to take his advice. She forced her mind to relax while he worked his finger into her tight sheath.
“Very good,” he complimented approvingly.
Her eyes opened and found the king on this writing chair, looking at them closely. At her. There was no expression on his face.
Tension filled her. The more she tried to relax, the less she was. The session wasn’t going well.
When Chad started unbuckling his pants, she heard the king’s voice for the first time.
“Enough, Chad,” his low voice reverberated; his eyes flared.
Danika would have sworn that she saw something like…possessiveness in his eyes before he blinked, and it was gone. Just the cold and unfeeling cou
