Page 34 of Her Mercenary

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“Get on the bed.” The King’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and menacing, the spark I’d seen seconds earlier suddenly replaced by darkness.

My stomach dropped to my feet.

“I said, get on the bed.”

Keeping my gaze on his, I slowly lowered myself to a seated position on the edge of the bed. The chain that bound my wrist clinked against the headboard.

“On the bed,” he said.

I glanced at the door, where I could practically hear the guards breathing, then back at him.

Slowly, I scooted farther onto the bed, lifted one leg onto the mattress, then the next, demanding his eyes to remain on mine while my naked legs momentarily spread.

His gaze never once wavered.

The King loosened his tie and began to unbutton the collar of his shirt. “Lay down.”

Stiffly, I lowered onto my back, but his eyes remained on mine. Never once did they trail down my body. Not a single time.

The King slipped out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the bed, the collar catching my bare foot, sending a shot of electricity up my leg.

I smelled him again, inhaling deeply as if his scent were a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

As he pulled his dress shirt loose from his pants, our eyes remained locked. He unbuttoned the top button, then another, then another.

My breathing became heavy, my skin hot. I fought to keep my eyes on his while taking in the blurred area just out of focus. A tanned chest and rippled abs.

A tingling pulse fired up between my legs.

My reaction to this man was jarring. I felt myself get wet, ready. How could that be, especially under such horrific circumstances? I wasn’t even sure if I’d ever feel desire for a man again.

I waited with bated breath for his next command, my chest rising and falling quickly with adrenaline, his breathing calm and controlled. Confident. Sexy as fuck.

The fingers of my unchained hand slowly fisted the comforter below my body.

He licked his lips.

I lifted my knees, spread my legs.

The vein running down the side of his neck began throbbing. A sheen of sweat shimmered on his forehead. The cool, calm demeanor was cracking.

I spread open my legs, my sex throbbing with desire.

We stared at each other, the sound of my heartbeat in my ears absolutely deafening.

Then, without a word, the King turned around and walked out of the room, his shirt open and his jacket on the bed.

I jumped as the door slammed behind him.

Freezing in place, I snapped my legs shut, wondering what the hell just happened.

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