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“Brother, I think she’s serious,” Ivan said with a chuckle.

“I’ve never been one for cat fights, but yesterday was actually entertaining,” Alek remarked, pulling my pigtail hard.

“Cat fight?” Nik’s eyebrow raised.

“Kinsley can tell you all about it later on the way in. I can vouch for the dancing, the suckingand—”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you. You’re not being very nice, and I was very nice to you last night,” I muttered, pushing his hand away from my hair. Smoothing my pigtail, I stuck my tongue out at him.

“I thought we established I’m looking for naughty, not nice. But seriously, you’ll behave when we take you in,” he said with a warning. “I don’t do drama at work, young lady, on any level. Understand?”

I nodded and then swore an oath of my own. “I, Kinsley Anya Marie Taylor, do solemnly swear that I’ll behave myself with the utmost propriety whilst in the company of the Reaper, the Crow, and the Blade. I shall maintain a level of dignity becoming of a young lady of the Russian Aristocracy at all times. I swear and affirm that I shall hold true to this oath as a subject of His Majesty King Charles III, his heirs, and successors, according to law. So help me God.”

“Are you saying you’re a descendant of the Russian Aristocracy, kotyonok?” Alek asked.

I laughed; the look on his face was entirely too serious. They were the ones who insisted my true last name was Romanova. “I mean, it’s altogether possible since I do have Russian blood running through my veins. As do you, Reaper. I’m joking, obviously.”

“Eat and show us how you can behave,” Alek said.

I ate my breakfast and waited patiently for Nik.

Chapter 25

Kinsley

Counseling Forms

We stepped outside, and he ushered me into the car after Marcus greeted me warmly.

“Where is your office?”

“Belltown. There’s an on-site deli, a Starbucks, and a gym. It’s one of the tightest-security high-rises in the city.” His hand stroked my knee.

“Really? That’s so cool.” I looked out my window. Excitement bubbled inside me, like when you take a kid to an amusement park.

“Do you really have panties in your purse?” Nik’s voice washed over me seductively.

“Yes, Sir.” I turned and lowered my eyes.

My heart beat harder, and his hand moved up my thigh until he was hovering over my pussy. He separated my lips and stroked my clit, then leaned in and whispered, “You should probably put them on. I need to focus on work, and if I know you aren’t wearing panties, I’ll have my hand up your skirt all day.”

“All day?” I asked, my voice shaking with the thought.

“Mm-hmm, baby. So soft and warm.” His thumb lazily rubbed small circles on my clit, making me moan. “Shh, or Marcus will think you’re a dirty girl. You don’t want him to think that, now, do you?” He increased the pressure.

How does he expect me to be quiet?

“No, Sir,” I whispered as his name slipped from my lips. I spread my legs wider.

He chuckled and spoke in my ear. “That’s my little malyshka. Let Daddy touch you. Put your head on my shoulder and look out the window while I make you feel good. Then you can put your panties on.”

I quickly obeyed him and let him have his way with me. I loved it. My face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

“You’re so adorable when you blush.” His tongue dipped into my ear canal, and I shivered.

He grinned, catching Marcus’s eyes as I moaned once more. I closed mine and gave in to the sensation between my legs. The whole of my being was focused on his touch as the heat between my legs became unbearable. After a few expert strokes, I was dangerously close to coming.

Sensing my need, he whispered, “Come for Daddy, baby girl.” His simple command made me lose all sense of control.

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