Page 87 of Their Princess

Rafe started to leave along with the others, but I barked after him, “Not you.”

Graff’s eyes flashed up to meet my gaze.

“Or you,” I said.

I placed my finger at the tip of the princess’s ass crack, and she tensed, her spine rubbing against my finger. I could go a little deeper.

Adelina turned away from her uncle, her ire directed at me. I blew her a kiss.

Come on, princess, I thought.Show me your teeth. I want to play.

“I don’t think I should have an opinion,” said Rafe.

I rolled my eyes. “Apparently being a royal pain in my ass is a Parisi family trait.”

Rafe crossed his thick arms over his chest, and Adelina snorted.

“Fine, then you, Graff.” I faced my MC brother. “Tell me your opinion of my future bride.”

“She has her own opinions.” He lifted one brow but kept working. “And her own desires.”

“Neither of you are any fun.” I threw my hands up and paced, getting bored. “If the little princess has her own opinions, let’s ask her. Which one of the guys should we start you out on?” I returned and slid my finger down her crack in front of her uncle, watching and waiting for him to snap.

Adelina didn’t blink. “You’re going to pass me around regardless of what I say. What a piece of shit husband you’ll make.”

“Never set my sights on being a husband.” I shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to admit to the tight coil in my gut. “So why not share what’s mine?”

“Adelina,” Graff said quietly, “do you want that?”

Graff’s cheeks turned pink. It made him look like a teenage boy instead of his thirty-plus years. Butsharingran in the man’s blood, deeper than the casual fucks around our fires. He’d told me before that he’d never have a one-on-one relationship. That he wanted a woman who needed more. Someone who could own more than just his heart.

Was he seeing that in her?

Adelina scoffed at him. “Do I want to be used like a toilet seat? Fuck no.”

Graff returned his attention to his work. “That’s... not what I meant.”

This ought to be good. I plucked my finger from between her ass cheeks and leaned against the sofa, crossing my arms for the show. The only thing that might be better would be if I had a bucket of popcorn.

“Go on, Graff. Tell her what you did mean.”

“I’m curious if you’re open to polyamory.” The words came out as a near murmur.

I leaned an ear toward him. “I’m sorry. Come again.”

“You know what I said, asshole.”

I did, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to see him, or Adelina, writhe like a worm on a hook. Or Rafe, who was now staring longingly at the basement door.

“Maybe you should say it again for the little princess.” I watched for Adelina’s reaction, and her eyes were wide and curiously searching Graff’s face.

Our tattoo artist averted his eyes from hers and found me. “Maybe you should take your ass downstairs, Sas, and let Rafe beat the shit out of you again.”

“Honestly, you really know how to bring down the mood.”

His face turned to stone. “You already did that, Sas.”

Graff’s tattoos made him look tough, but we all had tattoos. The prospects had to hand themselves over to the needle before getting patched in. They needed to be marked like every bunny and old lady.

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