Page 51 of Savage Little Queen

“I thought I heard you,” he said, grinning at me and stepping aside for me to come into the room.

I sighed and entered, noting the lights were dimmed.

“Where’s Bianca?” I asked as Vincent shut the door behind me and Fallon. The lock clicked softly.

More seating had been moved in. Overstuffed chairs surrounded the bed now, but Bianca wasn't in sight.

“She’s with Dom in the bathroom,” Vincent said, taking a seat next to Levin, who didn’t even look in our direction. He simply sipped a glass of whiskey and smoked a sugar stick, his eyes glassy. If I had to guess, he hated my ass and was wishing for my slow demise.

“Sit. They’ll be out in a minute,” Vincent continued, gesturing to the empty chairs.

I sat, wishing I’d have brought my gun with me. I’d been stupid to leave it on my nightstand.

“What’s going on?” I demanded.

“You’re not really in a position to ask shit,” Levin muttered, finally looking over at me and glaring.

“Pretty damn sure I am,” I snapped back. “If you guys are going to beat my ass, let’s get it over with. Or if you’re just going to try to kill me.”

Levin scoffed, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.

I watched as Vincent reached out and rested his hand high on Levin’s thigh. It was too intimate of a touch for friendship. I shot a quick look at Fallon, who cocked his head at the gesture while Levin settled in and looked away from me again.

Before I could push the subject of what the actual fuck the plan was for tonight, the door to the bathroom opened, and Dom came out holding Bianca’s hand. She wore a pretty red silk robe. It was cinched tightly around her small body, and her blonde hair tumbled around her in soft waves.

She was breathtaking.

I watched as Dom led her in front of us.

“Knees,” Dom murmured to her.

She did as he commanded, but she did it in front of me.

“What is this?” I looked from her to Dom, whose face was emotionless.

“You want to be a king?” he asked.

“Why is she on her knees?”

“Answer me,” Dom snarled.

“Yes,” I snapped back, angry that she was on her fucking knees again.

“Our queen kneels before her kings,” Dom continued. “If you want to be a king, she kneels for you.”

“That’s bullshit,” I snapped, sliding off my seat and going to my knees in front of her. I cradled her cheek and brought her head up so she was looking into my eyes. “Malen'koye solnyshko.You never have to kneel for me. It is me who should kneel for you.”

Her plump lips parted as she stared back at me, her body relaxing.

I looked back to Dom. “I don’t want to play games, De Santis. If the plan is to beat me in or kill me, let’s get to it.”

Levin scoffed again. I didn’t bother looking at him. Instead, I kept my eyes trained on Dom.

“You will not be beaten nor killed. Tonight, you will show us what our queen means to you.”

“What?” I frowned.

“You’re going to fuck her in front of us,” Levin said in a low growl.

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