Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

H elheim

The Dark King

The hot water cascaded over my body, the steam rising in thick clouds around me. I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes and leaning back against the cool stone wall and letting the heat seep into my muscles. The tension loosened that had been coiled within me for far too long finally began to loosen as the water pounded against my skin, washing away the grime of the day. But it did nothing to cleanse my mind of the thoughts that had taken root there.

My little thief.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting back to her. She had a way of getting under my skin. The fire in her eyes, the defiance in her stance, the way she challenged me without fear—it was maddening. And yet, it was also exhilarating. She was unlike anyone I had ever met before, and I found myself drawn to her in ways I couldn't understand.

I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to focus on the warmth of the water, the soothing sensation of it pouring over me, but it was no use. My mind was consumed by her.

I cursed under my breath, frustrated by my own lack of control. I was the Dark King, ruler of Helheim, feared by all who dared cross my path. I wasn't supposed to be swayed by a woman, and a human one at that. And yet, here I was, unable to rid myself of the image of her lips wrapped around my cock.

I let out a frustrated growl, slamming my fist against the stone wall.

She had no idea the power she held over me, and I had to make sure it stayed that way. I would never let her know how deeply she had burrowed into my thoughts, how she had managed to unravel the tightly wound control I had spent eons perfecting.

I couldn't let her consume me. Not now. Not when there was so much at stake.

My hand reached down and wrapped around my cock. There was only one way to get her out of my head, to rid myself of this desire for her.

I would find my release.

My hand began to move up and down the length of my shaft, my grip tightening as I imagined her lying flat on her back with her legs spread wide open for me. I could almost taste her, feel her body beneath mine, her soft skin flush against my fingertips.

I groaned as my movements became more urgent, more desperate, the images in my head becoming clearer, more vivid. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, her lips parted, her body writhing beneath me as I plunged into her over and over again, fucking her until she screamed for mercy, of which I would give her none.

I leaned back against the wall, my eyes closed, the water pounding down on me as I stroked my hand up and down the length of my cock. It didn't take long before I could feel my release building. I gripped my cock harder, my hand moving faster, as the image of her spread wide open for me became too much to bear. With a guttural groan, I came, my seed spilling out onto the shower floor and mixing with the water that swirled down the drain.

As my body relaxed, the tension draining from my muscles, I opened my eyes, letting out a ragged breath. The thing was that it wasn't enough.

I still wanted her.

Badly.