Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 909

Chapter 909 His Most Dangerous Trick

Chapter 909 His Most Dangerous Trick

Emma agreed at once.

The bathroom was already filled with warm mist, thick enough to blur the walls and soften the fight.

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Malrik waited by the tub, his back to her. Steam curled around him, turning the strong width of his shoulders and the lean dip of his waist into something hazy and unreal. Water streamed over his back, carrying away the last streaks of cream still clinging to his skin.

Emma opened the door and stepped inside.

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Malrik heard her enter and glanced back. The smile he gave her was calm, beautiful, and far too prepared, as if every second had unfolded exactly according to his plan.

He passed her a sponge covered in foam, then leaned back slightly and placed himself in her hands with shameless trust. “Emma, I’m ready.”

Emma went quiet. I’m here to help him wash the

cream off. sit. There is nothing improper in my mind. Nothing at all

Unfortunately, Malrik looked like he had been create

I specifically to destroy that lie.

Emma accepted the sponge, inhaled slowly, and forced her thoughts back into order. “Turn around and stop looking at me.”

If he kept gazing at her like that, this simple wash would become something neither of them could pretend was innocent.

Malrik listened obediently and faced away from her.

His back was now fully exposed. Water traced the firm lines of his muscles, sliding slowly over smooth skin before disappearing into the tub. There was nothing aggressive about the sight, yet it carried a quiet pull that made it even harder to ignore.

Emma soaked the sponge in warm water and began cleaning the cream from his back.

Foam spread beneath her hand. Her fingers barely touched him through the sponge, yet the distance between them felt dangerously thin.

Malrik’s breathing changed first.

It had been even and controlled a moment earlier, but as her hand moved across his back, each breath grew slower, heavier, and more obvious in the humid air.

He lifted his chin slightly. The movement exposed the long line of his throat, fragile in a completely unfair way. His Adam’s apple shifted once, betraying the restraint he was trying to keep.

“Emma…” His voice was low, rough, and softened by the heat around them.

Emma stopped moving for a second. “What is it? Am I scrubbing too hard?”

“No.” Malrik gave a small shake of his head. A damp lock of hair brushed over the back of her hand, leaving a faint tickle behind.

He lowered his lashes and let his voice drop into something even softer. “You prepared the room for me today. You celebrated my birthday with me. Now you’re helping me clean up, too. I don’t know why, but my eyes feel a little sore.”

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Chapter 909 His Most Dangerous Trick

After a brief pause, he added with perfectly timed guilt, “I should have handled it myself. Did I get your clothes dirty?”

Emma looked at him without speaking.

That gentle tone and wounded expression struck with frightening accuracy.

She thought, What is wrong with him today? Since when does Malrik know how to act this helpless?

The most frustrating part wasn’t that she could see through him, but that it still worked.

“You didn’t. I was going to change anyway.”

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Her voice softened without permission. Even her hands became more careful as she combed the sponge through his long hair and washed away the cream little by little.

Warm water flowed down, taking the foam with it.

“Your back is clean now.”

Emma finally breathed out and prepared to move away, only for Malrik to turn around without warning

The bathroom was already narrow. Once he faced her, the space between them nearly vanished.

His long legs bent at the edge of the tub, and his knee lightly grazed the hem of her clothes. He stayed seated rather than standing. looking up at her from that lower position, his eyes damp and his expression quiet and expectant.

A droplet rolled from the bridge of his nose and slipped toward his thin lips. His chest rose and fell under the steam, and the outline of his abdomen appeared faintly beneath the moving water.

“The front…” Malrik lowered his gaze toward the cream still smeared near his collarbone. “When I blocked them earlier, my wrist started hurting. I don’t think I can move it properly.”

He raised his eyes again. They were dark, wet, and bright with a pleading heat that made it nearly impossible to look away. “Emma, can you help me wash the front too?”

He hadn’t used any charm technique, nor did he need to. His gaze was already more dangerous than any spell. Emma felt the room grow hotter around her. The steam seemed thicker, and breathing suddenly took more effort.

Her eyes landed on the cream near his collarbone. Somehow, the sponge in her hand felt warm enough to burn. Only then did Emma realize something: Malrik was much better at pretending to be pitiful than she had initially guessed.

She also gained insight into her own feelings-she wasn’t as innocent as she thought, because deep down, she genuinely wanted to fall for it.

“Fine. I’ll help.” Emma rubbed the sponge until fresh foam gathered over it again.

Malrik sat still at the edge of the tub, obedient and harmless on the surface, as if he had not set this entire trap with his own hands:

She pressed the sponge lightly against his chest.

The moment the foam touched his skin, his breathing deepened again.

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Chapter 909 His Most Dangerous Trick

After a brief pause, he added with perfectly timed guilt, “I should have härrated it myself. Did I get your clothes dirty?”

Emma looked at him without speaking.

That gentle tone and wounded expression struck with frightening accuracy.

She thought, What is wrong with him today? Since when does Malrik know how to acf this helpless?

The most frustrating part wasn’t that she could see through him, but that it still worked.

“You didn’t. I was going to change anyway.”

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Her voice softened without permission. Even her hands became more careful as she combed the sponge through his long hair and washed away the cream little by little.

Warm water flowed down, taking the foam with it.

“Your back is clean now.”

Emma finally breathed out and prepared to move away, only for Malrik to turn around without warning

The bathroom was already narrow. Once he faced her, the space between them nearly vanished.

His long legs bent at the edge of the tub, and his knee lightly grazed the hem of her clothes. He stayed seated rather than standing, looking up at her from that lower position, his eyes damp and his expression quiet and expectant.

A droplet rolled from the bridge of his nose and slipped toward his thin lips. His chest rose and fell under the steam, and the outline of his abdomen appeared faintly beneath the moving water.

“The front…” Malrik lowered his gaze toward the cream still smeared near his collarbone. “When I blocked them earlier, my wrist started hurting. I don’t think I can move it properly.”

He raised his eyes again. They were dark, wet, and bright with a pleading heat that made it nearly impossible to look away. “Emma, can you help me wash the front too?”

He hadn’t used any charm technique, nor did he need to. His gaze was already more dangerous than any spell.

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