12. A Massage

EVANGELINE.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, but when his eyes simmered red, I knew I couldn’t test him any further and slowly inched closer to the bathtub. Now more

than ever wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I saw his monster?

Then I needed to keep my eyes closed!

I inched nearer and kneeled behind his

head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He couldn’t even see me from

here. But it was only a few moments later that I realised I couldn’t reach properly from here, and I slowly got up again.

Should I sit on the edge of the tub?

No never!

“I don’t have all day, Little Mouse,” He

snarled, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.

“S-sorry!”

Pouting I began massaging his shoulders, unsure if I was doing this correctly, but when a low groan left his lips, I got my answer. My heart thundered, I guess I was doing it correctly.

Goddess… how long did I have to do this?

He tilted his head back, and I moved away just before his head almost touched my breasts. Suddenly he reached up grabbing the back of my head making me squeak in fear as he yanked me closer, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, trying not to tremble as I massaged his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I could see he was hard,

and he didn’t seem to care that I could

see. Did he have no shame?

That scary thing… I shuddered inwardly.

He closed his eyes, his hand running down my neck, my stomach fluttered when his fingers ran down my arm, making my entire body tingle. “Don’t stop.” His voice came, and I realised I had stopped massaging him.

“Yes, my prince.” I whispered as I continued, my eyes fixed on his defined

muscles.

“I hate that title.”

Then what do I call you?

I remained silent, daring not to question

I foound myself observing

about how unhinged he was, you could see he was perfection,

He was

unlike me!

worked out

lips looked soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick lashes, that I only noticed now, were eyes

my nightmares… Why was he killing me?

over my thoughts, I continued massaging him, making sure to target all the knots I could feel. This

enough, and I was good at it. Seeing his eyes were still closed, I slowly sat down on the edge of the tub, twisting my body, so I couldn’t target his trapezius better.

something about that nightmare…

than being stabbed to death. I shivered at the pain I always felt in my

circles to ease the tension in him. I looked down, gazing into

beautiful from this angle, I could see the flecks of gold and

looking

flew open wide as I jerked back, my heart thumping as I realised the prince was staring

enjoying that

Pig?

offended, there was nothing

yes, I turned pink at times but it did not mean I

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that mind of yours…” He murmured his

he glared at me. Oh, I could never share my thoughts! I didn’t dare give him

got back to massaging him.

Wash my back.”

took me several

what he had just

reached for the

onto the sponge. “C-could

hesitantly.

tucked one knee up on the tub, making it easier to reach him and

thorough and firm, pretending I was washing a rug or

scrub, scrub… I hummed

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something sensual, he was wrong. He was a dirty mat that needed a good clean! Soon he will realise that

probably wanted, I was a good cleaner, nothing

raised his arm, and I added more body wash to

his arms. His eyes were on my breasts now, and I realised that

was scrubbing,

I slowed down,

so much, yet I wanted this over and done with fast! His eyes kept flickering from red to gold-green and when

about to move back, he grabbed hold of my wrist, and in one swift. movement,

edge of the bathtub, my

and I

force me. I

me in its

stayed stiff

when he shifted position, pulling me right between his legs and his manhood poked

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