Page 41 of Savage Little Queen

Vincent took up a spot next to me and promptly pulled Bianca onto his lap. She curled against him, silent as a grave. I could feel her gaze on me, and I glanced to her quickly before looking back to the stars, my throat tight.

“You into space?” Vincent asked.

“You could say that,” I said softly. “Always been a bit of a hobby of mine.”

“Seems complicated to me, but I can appreciate the beauty.” He raked his fingers through Bianca’s hair.

I nodded wordlessly.

We sat in silence for a moment before Vincent spoke.

“Baby, why don’t you go sit on Drake’s lap?”

I snapped my attention to him, my heart in my damn throat. I’d never reacted this way before. Girls didn’t make me nervous. Bianca did though. She made me question everything about myself.

“What?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Go sit on Drake’s lap,” he said again.

“Vinny—”

“Shh. Trust me.”

I didn’t really think she’d do it. In fact, when she didn’t move, I blew out a low breath, defeat coursing through my veins.

But then she stood.

I watched as she walked over to me and twisted her fingers in front of her. She was a completely different creature when she was being ordered to do something.

I liked it.

I liked how sweet and docile she became.

But I also liked it when she was fire and brimstone.

“Tell her what you want,” Vincent called out into the darkness.

Fuck. What was going on?

I cleared my throat. “Come sit on my lap,malen'koye solnyshko,” I murmured, offering her my hand.

She hesitated for a moment before she slipped her palm against mine and allowed me to lead her back to my lap. She sat on me, her body tense.

“You two look good together,” Vincent commented.

“Vinny, what are we doing?” she started.

“Nothing, baby. Look at the stars with us,” he said, turning his attention to the sky.

She breathed out and stared up.

I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. I assumed it was safe to touch her without getting my dick kicked in. And god, how I wanted to touch her.

“Drake, you’re really going to need to loosen up,” Vincent commented, glancing over at me.

“What?”

He let out a huff of laughter. “We’re out here alone in the dark. You want my B. She’s on your lap.”

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