“I forgot I put a little more…elsewhere.”
“Where?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Tell me?”
“My…thighs.”
“Come here.”
“I can get it myself.”
“But you will not.”
“I can?—”
Without warning, he grabs me by my hips and lifts me onto the lip surrounding the water.
Never have I felt so naked before. Or so seen.
“Show me,” he growls, his voice thick and husky.
There’s no point in arguing with him. It’ll only annoy him and make him mad. So I turn my head and point to my inner thighs. “Here, and my feet.”
“Did you rub it on your sex?”
“No!”
“Good, because the thearnroot could do real damage to such sensitive flesh, similar to your eyes, only worse if you had rubbed it straight on.”
“Thankfully, I was stupid, but not that stupid.”
He unscrews the lid from the salve and dips his fingers into it again. “Spread your legs.”
“Oh, ah, I can handle the rest,” I whisper. “I didn’t rub much on.”
“I said, spread your legs,” he snaps, his chest rising and falling in pants that look more lusty than hostile, like the way my castle’s cook would look at the cleaning wenches.
“Why must you hide this small part of yourself from me, Little Vaeyark?” he says in a voice as smooth as honey. “Spread your legs for me so that you might know relief.”
It’s not a request, and despite my apprehension, I’m compelled to obey.
I press my eyes closed again as I pull my knees apart, hoping that Ramsey doesn’t say something cruel at the sight of my sex.
I hear him release a breath, sighing lightly.
“There’s only a little dabbed there.”
He washes the spice off, then places his palms on my thighs, widening them more than they are.
Calm down…he’s only checking for more spice…
Except he’s not.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s not cleaning.
“Um…is there a problem?” I say, my voice breathless.
