Page 2 of When Kings Rise

I go back two steps and stand in front of the woman who is first. She hasn’t moved a muscle. She reminds me of a beautiful statue. All angles and posture. She has an athletic structure. Her long blonde hair hangs loosely around her shoulders. “Look at me,” I say.

She keeps her gaze downcast, but she squeezes her thighs together. I reach in and touch her chin, tilting her face toward me until I’m looking into brown eyes.

“You must be Niamh Connolly. Ms. Connolly, my name is Diarmuid O’Sullivan, and it would be wise to listen to me when I give you a command.”

I release her chin and walk in front of the three of them, taking in their beautiful bodies and faces. These are the brides chosen for me by Victor Madigan and Wolf O’Sullivan. I will get to know all of them, and in the end, I will only choose one. They were selected very carefully. I don’t particularly like the idea of Victor or Wolf selecting anything for me. I can’t stand either of them. But it’s our hierarchy, and Victor is the head of the Hand of Kings, so he isn’t someone I can ever question. Even if I was dissatisfied with his choice.

I’m not. All three are stunning, perfect…hopefully, they are obedient, too.

I return to the troublemaker, Selene. “Look at me,” I command. She does, but there is no longer a fire in her gaze. She has tucked that away. She learns quickly. Now, she wears a blank look on her face, like she is facing her execution. I take in her beauty, allowing myself as much time as I wish to study her body before bringing my attention back to her hair.

“Let your hair down.”

There is a flash of fear, but Selene raises her hands and removes each pin. One pings along the oak flooring. The noise has Amira glancing in our direction. When I catch her eye, she quickly looks away.

Selene holds all the pins in her hands, and I watch her beauty transform and grow as silky, wavy brown hair cascades down her back.

“I bet that feels better?” I ask.

She gives a quick nod of her head, but her pulse flickers wildly along her neck.

I’m ready to move on but the fire in her gaze grows again. I don’t like fire. I want to extinguish it. Fire is uncontrollable, and to survive in our world you need control. My bride will need control. This lesson will anger Selene, I’m sure, but in time will teach her a lesson.

“Touch yourself,” I command.

She uses the hand that is fisted with pins and slides her knuckles along her private area. “Use your other hand,” I order.

She swallows and closes her eyes.

“Keep looking at me while you touch yourself, Selene.”

Her eyelids flutter open, and her free hand runs along her mound. My cock grows instantly. I close the distance between us and grip her hand. With my other one, I grab her thigh, and she spreads her legs, giving both our hands access. I hold only one of her fingers and push it inside her opening. She inhales sharply. I let the tip of my finger follow hers, and the moisture that greets me makes me want to take more. To explore the warmth that tightens around my finger. I pull out and sink back in while looking into her eyes. Her cheeks are tinged with pink, but her gaze is steady. Control. That’s exactly what I want to see. I withdraw. She doesn’t. She’s smart.

“Keep going, Selene,” I order, and she takes her finger out before pushing it back in.

“Amira,” I say. Her childlike features remind me of a porcelain doll. She doesn’t belong here, maybe on a shelf in a child’s room. A part of me can’t wait to corrupt her, yet that darkness that I saw earlier is there and makes me curious about her. “Watch Selene.” Amira does, and I stop in front of Niamh.

“Do you want to join Selene?” I ask.

I like watching her brown eyes swirl with fear. “Do… I have to?” She has a stammer; it’s a flaw, but I like flaws.

I run my thumb along my lip. “You answered a question with a question,” I bite back.

She moves instantly, and I take in her toned oval ass. She must be athletic. I wonder what sports she favors. She moves quickly to Selene but pauses in front of her. Selene is making great work of stimulating herself. If I were to guess, I’d say she was enjoying it.

Niamh peeks at me before she reaches out with a shaky hand and touches Selene's breast. She squeezes it, showing she has never touched a breast before.

I walk back to them, and they both pause. My gaze darkens, and they continue the show for me.

I grip Selene’s free breasts at the base and drag my hand upwards, tightening until I reach the nipple and squeeze. Selene hisses with pleasure.

“Just like that, Niamh.”

Niamh copies me, and I can already tell she is going to be a very good student. I reach down and cover Selene’s hand. Pulling her finger out of her opening, they are soaking, and I push her wet finger against her swollen bud. I keep my hand over hers as I circle her sensitive area while Niamh repeats the action on Selene’s breasts.

I look at Amira, who’s watching. Her mouth forms a small oh. She catches me looking at her, and it’s clear in her gaze that she wants to be part of this, but for that reason, I don’t invite her. I don’t stop until Selene shudders on her hand and her orgasm ceases.

I step back and give a short clap.

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