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“No… I-I just want to watch her do it.”

My palms stroke the warm skin over her arms until she leans forward and tucks her feet against my legs. Using the edge of the sofa for leverage, she bobs up and down on my shaft, the sound of our lovemaking erotic as our skin slaps together, mixed with my groans and her whimpers. Helping her out, I lift off the couch to meet her on every downstroke with a plunge inside of her greedy cunt.

One of my hands spanks her ass over my brand as the madam sets up to take three men at once in double penetration with an oral job. The free woman sits in her hand and writhes against her stretched fingers, leaning over the madam to kiss the man with his dick in her mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Work your cock. Squeeze my cum out so I breed you properly.”

“Fill me, Vincente.”

With another swat on her behind, I smile. “Beg me, little girl. Beg for my come.”

“Please,please, master. Fill me with your come. I want your baby.”

She tosses her hair back until it gets caught in my open mouth. Her wail of completion hits the low ceiling and echoes back several times. The sound is so melodic, I plunge deep and grasp her waist to hold her close, so she can’t move at all. Screaming, she shifts on my lap until I explode within her, the tightness of her embrace pulling everything out of me.

My face lands against her bare back as I huff in air and pepper her smooth skin with kisses. When she tries to move to a stand, I grab her firmly. “Nope. You sit here and continue to watch with me. My dick is your new plug for fifteen minutes. Or at least until I’m not hard any longer.”

She lets out a frustrated gasp, laughing lightly. “That’s impossible. You’re always hard.”

Shrugging, I say, “Well, then I guess it’s good we have a lot of live porn to watch.”

Chapter 24

Astrid

Is it weird that this torturous mansion feels like home? Maybe the only one I have really had, other than when my family was alive. The cold stone walls of the dungeons seem comforting in their solidity. Every plush red rug and ornate tapestry hugging the walls soothes me. I don’t think I could sleep anywhere else, except for our oversized bed hidden in a castle turret with a view of all the stars.

Surveillance was interesting for a week or so, then it got boring. Through the lenses of all the cameras surrounding our estate, Vincente taught me the most vulnerable parts of entry. He said I need to know all the regular patterns of traffic surrounding the grounds in order to keep me safe during pregnancy if he’s not here.

“So what happensafterthe future baby is here?”

With a smooth glide across the large tome of history, his hand spreads the pages out in front of us. As I ponder his serious face, brow hovering over his gray eyes, I think he won’t answer me. He glances down at me as he leans over my back with one palm gripping my shoulder. “Our child will be the future consort, a combination of the two most powerful families inGnarled Pine Hollow’s history, and you’ll be his mother. You’ll guide him and lead him in the ways he should go. You’ll be fully prepared to be the woman of House Strauss. The Queen of the North Side…” Instead of darting away, he holds my gaze and intensifies it. “Right?”

With a deep inhale, I consider how far I’ve gotten in my studies over the last couple of weeks. Most notably is news of my brother. “Yes. Right.”

The way he says the words makes me worry he won’t be there to guide me. Andthatmakes me stressed because of this need I’ve developed for him. Panic rises up in my throat at the thought of him not being by my side.

Is that what love is?

“Our son will be the ultimate revenge against Clavius and Herodius, who have wanted to replace me with a Barrington ever since I refused to play their games. My blood won’t go that easily… No. It’ll be inside of that child.”

It’s cold when he backs away from me, taking a book with him to settle into one of the wingback chairs in a cozy alcove near the fire. My face must be wistful because his fingers extend toward the seat next to him as if he’d invited me earlier and is waiting for me to make a move.

He’s giving me a choice.

I take him up on it, gathering the book I’ve been pouring over and plopping onto the soft cushion. He grabs a crochet blanket from a basket nearby and tosses it over my legs. “Tell me what you know of each house.”

One of the kitchen staff enters with a tray filled with pastries as well as two mugs and a steaming pot. As she pours us some tea on the round table between us, I clear my throat. “Well, the East was always known for their armories, but most of the weapons were getting diverted to Clavius and Herodius. You tried to shut it down after the Day of the Raging Bull.” Tippingmy head toward him, I hurriedly add, “Successfully for years, I read. But when the societies decided to promote my brother as consort, they forced you to give Freidenberg his business licenses back and ignore their underground gun trade.”

With a short bow, the woman leaves us, and the consort stares at his open book like he doesn’t want to meet my gaze. “Your brother.”

It’s tough to swallow. My throat feels tight as I consider Wyatt and what transpired over the last year. Vincente wouldn’t tell me everything, but I found out what I needed to know from Falcon. He wasn’t pleased about that, but I know he wants me to continue, to use the knowledge for revenge. While I have other plans.

“My brother was diverting the arms to Clavius and Herodius from the East’s trades.”

He stills like a stone, and I realize how very terrifying that lack of expression used to be. The more I have gotten to know the man beside me, I don’t see a harsh master. He’s only that creature when we’re fucking and no other time. Not with me, anyway.

Now, he’s a confidante. My partner, in a way. I straighten my shoulders and tell him what’s been bothering me without any shame. “I just don’t see my brother doing something like that. Wyatt was very kind. He was loyal and good. He protected me.”

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