Page 141 of Kingmakers, Year One

“Hedidlove me. Before I deflowered his daughter.”

“I deflowered you right back. You think Uncle Seb is gonna be mad at me?”

“No, he’s in too good a mood to be angry about anything.”

“Why?” I say.

“Oh, I forgot I haven’t told you this . . .” Leo says, his face lighting up.

“What?”

“No, it’s too good, I can’t say.”

He’s as gleeful as a kid in a candy store now. There’s nothing Leo loves more than teasing me on the rare occasions where he knows something that I don’t.

“Spill it.”

“What’ll you give me if I do?”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“What about a barter?”

I glance around. We were walking to our Chemistry class, and we’ve just climbed up to the third level of the Keep. There’s plenty of empty classrooms on this floor.

“Alright,” I say. “I’ll make it worth your while. Now tell me, before I make use of all those handy Torture Techniques we’ve been learning.”

“My mom’s pregnant.”

I stare at him, mouth open. “Get the fuck outta town.”

“It’s true. They told me back in January, but I was . . . you know. Kinda depressed.”

I hesitate, knowing this is a big upheaval for Leo. One that I wasn’t always sure he’d actually enjoy.

“Are you . . . excited?”

“I really am,” Leo says. I can see the truth of it in his face. “My mom always wanted another kid. Maybe if she’d had one sooner, I wouldn’t be such a spoiled shit,” he laughs. Then, more seriously he adds, “She deserves this. And I’m excited, too. I’d love a little brother or sister.”

“That’s incredible!”

“Yeah it is,” Leo says. Then, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the currently-deserted classroom belonging to Professor Holland, he growls, “Now pay up . . .”

“We’re gonna be late for Chemistry . . .”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He pushes me up against the chalkboard, not caring if we get chalk all over the backs of our uniforms. He kisses me ferociously, his fingers already unbuttoning the front of my shirt.

The whole length of his oversized body is pressing against me, crushing me into the wall. I love how huge Leo is, because it makes me feel small by comparison.

What is it about sex that banishes all feminism from my brain?

In real life I like to be strong and capable.

But as soon as I’m turned on, I want to be lifted up, flipped over, and fucked by a man much bigger than me.

Well . . . one particular man, at least . . .

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