The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

ISIDORA

My curly red hair was a mess from rolling around on the cushions, and my skin was covered in the marks of his hands

I looked down at my breasts, where the shape of his fingers still lingered against my pale skin, and when I touched myself lower, a silent gasp slipped from my lips.

I was too sensitive. Everywhere. And just remembering the way he’d used my breasts to get himself off made heat rush through me all over again.

My heart started racing, and I looked at the door, almost afraid he’d catch the scent of the arousal building between my legs. still damp from the last orgasm he’d given me.

Just remembering it made me shiver… So being touched by a male really was that good.

“Get it together already…” My two chubby hands slapped my cheeks. “You’re still the same fat girl… though apparently he likes big breasts…”

I muttered it under my breath, finally understanding that dark look that always came into his eyes whenever he stared at my

chest.

With a tired sigh, I decided to bathe quickly so I could go back out and see if I could sew him something temporary.

Then I remembered this part of the night wasn’t supposed to have hot water.

“Damn…” I started to complain, only to stop cold when I saw the tub already full.

A thin curl of steam still drifted over the surface, and when I walked over and dipped my hand in, the water was warm… And clean.

Blaze hadn’t bathed in it, so then… Had he left it ready for me?

My eyes went back to the door, and my expression softened.

At least it seemed he’d put off the idea of getting rid of me… For now.

That was what I thought as I slipped into the tub with a sigh and washed the sinful traces from my body away.

Still, I didn’t want to take too long. I was already exhausted.

I got out as fast as I could and pulled the loose robe tight across the front of my body.

“Blaze, are you done already?” I asked as I stepped out, looking for him by the table, where the tray had been set back again.

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“I’m always ready.” My gaze followed the sound of his voice.

He was standing in front of my bed, and thank the Goddess, he had the towel on.

“G… good. I’m going to get the sewing things…”

I stammered, half tempted to dig out his leather loincloth from wherever he’d shoved it and just measure that instead.

But no… because apparently I loved danger, I walked right back toward that predator.

I set the sewing basket on the bed and stood in front of his tall frame. He looked like a giant next to me. Then I pulled out the measuring tape.

But before I could pretend again that I was the one in control, the towel fell too, landing over my hands.

“I think you can measure me better from that position… on your knees. Take your time… My Lady.” His words rang through me like a dark command soaked in temptation.

Slowly, I lifted my face.

There I was again, kneeling in front of my completely naked slave, with him starting to get hard right there in front of me

My eyes went higher, through the shadows and the warm light from the few lamps still burning, up to that beautiful, dominant face.

Those golden eyes were daring me to stand up, fascinated by the sight of me on my knees, surrendered at his feet.

He knew perfectly well that I was attracted to him. That I got turned on every time he played these little control games with

But if he thought I was always going to be the innocent one running from his provocations…. he was dead wrong.

My hand tightened around the measuring tape as I settled at his feet.

“Fine… let’s measure, then. We’ll see what I do with this…”

With more nerve than I’d ever had in my life, I lifted my hand and pressed his cock back down, ready to torture him a little too, the same way he tortured my mind.

Not tonight. I won’t be your toy… my troublesome slave.

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