Page 70 of Dravin

I’ve never kissed a woman before.

I’m hella attracted to women in an artistic way. I can admire a woman’s beauty, poise, strength, and power. I’d love to capture women in artistic photographs and there’s nothing like painting the female form. I adore looking at art that showcases women. And okay, if I was going to have some super taboo fantasy in my head, it would definitely be two girls and not some poor lady getting rammed by an oversized cock the whole time.

That makes it easier to throw myself into the kiss, licking off bright red lipstick and tasting something fruity on her tongue. The whole time, I know that there’s going to be one hell of a shitstorm going down in here. Soon. Very soon. Probably less than a minute.

It doesn’t last nearly that long before a strong set of hands wrap around my waist. “I’ve got it from here, Steph. Thanks.”

Dravin extricates me politely, but two steps later, he abandons all pretense of dignity and throws me over his shoulder just like the last time I got drunk at a club gathering.

They’re going to think that my super-hot zaddynot brotheris a real life caveman soon.

The faster he walks across the room, the more it spins from this angle, and the more worried I am that I fucked up.

Well, fucked up is as fucked up does, and if Dravin’s not going to let me talk or kiss or beg him into doing this, then I’m going to have to break every single one of his rules.

I pick up my head and scream out for whoever’s listening. “He’s not actually my brother. We just said that because it made for a good cover story!”

I don’t know if anyone believes me, but there are hoots and cheers all around the room as Dravin carries me out. No one appears angry or even all that surprised. I’m sure they’ve heard and seen much worse.

I’ve never been so glad that I’m wearing jeans before in my life as when Dravin gets into the darkness of the hallway and his huge palm comes down right on my overturned ass. The denim muffles some of the sting, but not nearly all.

I’m in so deep already that I might as well just keep going.

“Harder, Zaddy,” I moan loudly, putting my super shitty acting skills to good use. “Spank me harder.”

He walks a few more steps, whips me over his shoulder to right me, then corners me up against a door. His face iseverything.

Rage. Raging disbelief. Raging despair. Raging desire.

“You’re drunk again. You promised me that you wouldn’t have more than two drinks.”

“First, I’m buzzed. Second, Ididn’thave more than two drinks.”

“We both know how you got around that. I’m going to have Bullet’s balls for this.”

“It’s not his fault. I would have kissed that woman sober just to piss you off. It’s just more fun this way.”

“Fun? Quit fucking around,Kael. This is our life.”

“I’m aware,Dravin. Or Viking. Daddy Viking. Vaddie Viking. Whatever it is you’d like to be called.”

“Are you trying to goad me into acting like a bad guy?”

“Yes! It’s so fucking ironic that I was worried about you being all villainous before and it’s odd that I’d want you to do something bad, but for the love of fucking fuck, please just dosomething! You’re so worried that you’re going to mess this all up, but the only way that’s going to happen is if you don’t claim me. I could forgive you if you did and it eventually went to shit, but I’ll never forgive you if you refuse to do anything at all.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Maybe not, but that’s where I’m at.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Then talk to me!” I hate that it feels like I’m begging, but if this is what needs to happen, I’ll do it. I’ll do it all fucking night. I try to touch his face, but he jerks back. “Tell me what you can. If that’s nothing, then we’ll go from right now. I’m well aware of what I’m getting.”

“You are not.”

“No? Because here I thought I was getting a man who’d risk his life over and over again for his country. I thought I was getting a man so loyal to my brother that he’d throw away years of his own life, his time, hisfreedom, just to keep his word when he never should have been asked to do it at all. You must be a terrible man, hunting down criminals for the government just so they don’t have to get their hands dirty. You’ve clearly gota real black heart inside of you to put up with me, pose for my paintings, try to be an honorable gentleman against everything you want. Oh, and restoring an entire bike for someone you met once obviously makes you a terrible person.”

He finger combs his hair with excessive force, and his lips pull up in a snarl. “You don’t want me. Not if you had a true choice.”

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