Page 7 of Exiled Prince

I’m pissed.

Jealous.

And a little turned on.

I storm toward the stage while Saylor deepens the kiss, her hands roaming down toward the blonde’s ass.

Is she telling me it’s not just males I have to worry about? I have to worry about females too?

Great.

It’s me against the population of the whole eight kingdoms.

I’m up on the stage before I know it, ripping off my tunic and wrapping it around her, attempting to cover her.

“Bane?” she questions, her honey-brown eyes rounding. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

A few women start catcalling me, and I realize it’s because I’m now shirtless.

“Yeah, dance for us, baby!” a mermaid shouts.

Saylor turns toward the crowd, her brow furrowing, and then she stands in front of me.

Blocking me.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” I snarl, pulling her backward so no one gets to see her ass until we’re behind the curtains. Then I push her back against the brick wall, my arms on either side of her, caging her in.

“You can see me?” she asks, her pouty red lips opened. Confusion and surprise are laced in her tone. “How the hell can you see me?”

I don’t know what she’s talking about. “I’m going to spank that round ass when we get home, Saylor. What the fuck are you thinking? You that desperate for attention? Mine isn’t enough?”

She laughs, a low, husky sound that has my cock even harder. “You have no fucking idea. And don’t threaten me with a good time!”

“Then fucking tell me,” I snap, clasping my hand over her cheek and jaw. I ignore her words about getting spanked being agood time because my cock doesn’t need to be any harder than it already is. “Use your words like a good girl, Saylor, and tell me why my fucking mate, who ran away from me a week ago, is stripping on stage. Do your brothers know you’re here?”

She winces, and I know I have my answer.

I lower my face to hers. “Now I know why you were given three older brothers because the fates knew you would be trouble.

“Four,” she replies, swallowing. My tunic falls to the floor, giving up on the attempt to cover her perfect body.

“What?”

“I have four older brothers.”

Her eyes are telling me something, but I don’t know what. Now that she mentions it, I vaguely remember something about another brother, one older than the triplets. “Saylor—”

She surprises me by pulling my face down and shutting me up with a kiss.

She’s a wildcard.

I’m not going to get a moment’s peace with her, and I fucking know it.

I deepen the kiss, my hands going to her lush hips, playing with the scrap of material she’s wearing. I want to blind every fucking person who saw her like this. The reminder makes my fingers tighten on her, and my body pushes hers harder against the wall. She melts into my body.

What is she doing to me?

I’m known for my control, ability to strategize, and remaining calm in all situations.

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