Page 94 of Psyop Kings

“Why? She knows you don’t like her,” I say as I slide out of bed.

“She’s difficult to shake off when she has you in her talons. I’d rather you not find yourself there.”

I disappear to get ready in the bathroom. After putting on makeup and drying and styling my hair into a sleek, low bun, I return to the suite. Caius stands near the big window, staring into the darkness. He’s fully dressed now and looking more handsome than ever.

Since he’s distracted, I quickly strip out of my clothes and exchange them for the black dress he requested. It’s a Versace draped cowl-neck column dress with a high-thigh slit that shows a lot of leg. The red sparkly Jimmy Choo pumps are a nice touch.

“I’m ready,” I say, smoothing out my dress. “When do we go?”

He turns from the window, eyes greedily drinking me in. His gaze pauses at my chest.“She has tits. I prefer them with tits.”I shiver at his attention.

“You’re missing something,” he says as he walks over to his laptop bag. “Ah, here we go.”

He hands me a blue Tiffany’s box. I take it from his hands and flip the lid open. A glittery solitaire diamond pendant on a platinum gold chain sits inside. I frown as I pull it from the box and let it dangle in my fingers, the light catching the multifaceted diamond and sending glimmers of light all around us.

“Allow me,” he rumbles, picking up the chain from my hand and then motioning for me to turn around.

I can’t help but get lost in this game of pretend. I’ve spent so much time with him, I’m growing used to his presence. For once, I’m privy to his plans, and we’re to go out there as if we’re a couple in love. Apparently, one that’s expecting a baby as well.

His fingers brush the back of my neck as he fastens the necklace. The pendant falls right between my pushed-up breasts that feel as though they’re on full display in the cowl-neck dress. It’s as if he wants to draw attention to my cleavage. This unnerves me.

Before I can argue, he takes my hand, guiding me out of the room. We make our way into the elevators and soon exit on the main deck. Our fingers interlock as a man, dressed in a tailored black suit, passes by. His eyes dip to my breasts for a beat too long and he grins. The man’s smile is too perfect, and his hair is too gelled. Something about him makes my skin crawl.

“I can see why you wanted to keep Sol’s filthy paws off this one,” the man with the familiar voice declares.Michael.The other sick bastard in the room watching while Solomon defiled the girl. “You’re a delectable little treat, aren’t you?”

He laughs at his own joke, sauntering past, going farther down the hallway. I shoot Caius a disgusted look and he gives me an imperceptible shake of his head, features annoyingly placid. Right. We’re pretending. No going off on monsters for behaving like monsters.

We follow Michael until we enter an opulent dining space. A single, twenty-foot table runs lengthwise in the middle of the room set with fine china, linens, and freshly cut red roses in crystal vases. No one’s seated yet. There are a handful of people already here, but I don’t recognize any of them. At first glance, they’re sophisticated and normal. But if they’re on this boat, I know there’s something horribly wrong with them.

Several pairs of eyes find their way over to us. Any belonging to the males all find great interest in my sparkly necklace squished between my boobs. I nearly shudder in disgust.

“Everyone’s noticing how beautiful you look, love,” Caius says lowly, stopping abruptly. “Come here and let me make a statement.”

I gasp as he pulls me to his chest, one hand delicately cradling the side of my neck while the other is aggressively palming my ass over the thin material of my dress. I’m shocked to feel his cock between us, thick and aroused. My cheeks heat as I gape up at him. His hand on my neck slides up and he gently runs his thumb along the sore bruise Gareth gave me hidden beneath my makeup. Then, without warning and in front of everyone, Caius crashes his lips to mine.

This kiss—wild, hot, and claiming—does wonders in convincing everyone, including myself, that we’re a couple.

I’m his.

And no one better doubt that for a second.

Romy

I’m dazed by the time the kiss ends.

Caius is great at playing pretend. He had me half convinced there for a second that he truly loves me. Of course he doesn’t, but I was momentarily swept off my feet.

Now that reality bleeds back in around me, my flesh heats with embarrassment. I snap my parted lips shut, unable to meet Caius’s intense stare. He makes a chuffing sound.

Was that a laugh?

Before I can investigate further, I hear several voices excitedly yapping. I whirl around to see Ava sashaying our way. Despite the sexy smile on her pouty lips, I recognize a gleam of hunger in her green-eyed stare.

She wants Caius desperately, and clearly, I’m standing in her way.

With every step, her jiggly breasts threaten to spill from her tight, low-cut green sequin dress. Where my boobs are a tease, hers are the star of the show. In fact, I’m pretty sure I see a hint of nipple peeking out.

She doesn’t register my gawking because she’s too busy prowling toward Caius. Based on the photographs I found online, I’m assuming she’s at least thirty years Caius’s senior. However, because of magic or plastic surgery or really good genes, she looks closer to his age than his father’s.

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