Page 14 of Reveal Me
‘Just me.’
I reach up and tug the silk ties at the back of my head. The mask slips, revealing the face that’s been regularly plastered over every British tabloid since the day I was born.
His mouth drops open, and his expression of sheer horror would be comical if it weren’t so damning.
Chapter Seven
SEAN
Princess Layla Sinclair, the third daughter of the King of fucking England, is in my club.
And I made herkneelfor me.
I made hercrawlacross the fucking floor to me.
I made her pull her pants down and show me her glorious royal fucking cunt.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I literally feel the blood draining from my face.
Dominic chooses this exact moment to return to the stage, but most of the members are so focused on the redhead eating the blonde out from behind, they haven’t noticed. He stalks across the stage towards me, addressing the members. ‘The votes are in,’ he booms in the same psycho show voice I’ve heard him use a hundred times before.
This can’t be happening.
It’s like a bad movie playing out in front of my eyes, and somehow, somewhere along the line, I was cast as one of the clueless main characters. ‘You opted for…clamps.’
‘Put that back on immediately.’ I motion to the mask. ‘Don’t even think about taking it off until you’re far, far awayfrom here.’ Leaping from the throne, I throw myself between the princess and the path Dominic is paving across the stage to us. ‘Change of plan.’ I lean to whisper in his ear. ‘I need you to take over with sub one and two. Play with them. Spank them. Fuck them. Do whatever you have to do to entertain this lot, but as of this second, number three unequivocally cannot be a part of Submissive Night anymore.’
A wondrous smile splits open Dominic’s face. He cocks his head in a curious expression. ‘Don’t you want to share her? Is it possible I’m looking at the next Mrs Beckett?’ he teases in a hushed tone. Dominic—unlike me—believes that he will lock down a wife who’s into this life and they’re going to live happily and kinkily ever after.
‘Not a fucking chance.’
His smile falters as he registers my grim expression. ‘What is it?’
‘I’ll explain later. In the meantime, you’re going to have to appease this lot.’ I motion towards the seating area overlooking us. ‘Entertain them. Or there will be a riot.’
Where the fuck is Larissa when I need her?
‘The things I have to do for you,’ he shrugs with faux reluctance. Dominic might be obsessed with a woman he can never have, but he’s also obsessed with distracting himself from her too–his favourite distraction being group activities. He’ll be in his element.
I turn back to the princess, whose mask is now firmly back in position. No wonder she strutted in here like royalty. Sheisroyalty. How did I not recognise her? What the fuck is she doing in my club? And more importantly? How the fuck did she get in? ‘We’re leaving. Now.’ I put my mouth beside her lips and add, ‘princess’.
I’m so fucking mad at her for putting me in this position.
But mostly, I’m mad at myself.
‘Crawl to me.’
‘Touch yourself, show me you’re dripping for this.’
Fucking hell.
I take her by the wrist and guide her off the stage.
‘Where are we going?’ Her voice even carries that unmistakable royal cadence, each syllable precisely enunciated as if consonants are valuable currency not to be wasted.How did I not notice? It was obvious the woman was from a different class to the others, but royalty? Fuck.
‘Anywhere but here.’ I step off the stage first and then help her down, willing my eyes away from her fantastically fuckable princess tits.
