Page 40 of The Book of Kings

I could bet he was already fucking her in that screwed head of his, even if he knew that any partner of mine was hands-off. He and his crew could have any girl they liked in his city, but even they knew better than to go after something that’s mine. I was not a subdued, but a leader myself, and a war caused by a piece of puss was a little more than any of us would have bargained for.

‘Come, Mouse. Let’s get you unpacked.’ We needed to change, or more likely, I needed some entertainment. ‘Take your clothes off,’ I ordered as soon as we found each other alone in the room.

‘I have to open my bag first and find something to change into.’

‘Who said you were changing intosomething?’ —at least nothing other than her birthday suit. We had some unfinished business since the morning, and my cock could no longer be kept under control.

However, it turned out that my ego overseeded my physical needs.

And she knew exactly how to exploit my weakness. ‘It’s up to you if you want to trademaking an impressionover half an hour between the sheets.’

‘Only half an hour!? You must’ve gotten yourkingsmixed up. And don’t try to use reverse psychology on me. It won’t work.’ It did work, but I could never admit it. I knew Camden’s world all too well. I needed to be one of the leading sharks to survive. And having an attractive woman by my side was giving me the bonus points I needed to keep up.

‘It isn’t reverse psychology. It’s just that I felt the competition the second I walked in, and I figured that you wanted to be on top of that. It’s a jungle out there and you shouldn’t be walking in with amouseon your arm. You should be holding a feline.’ Bea was reading my thoughts, completing them with exactly the push I needed.

‘Oh, so tonight you’re the feline. But the problem is, I don’t want to hold a feline. I want to fuck it.’ I was so turned on that I could literally close the door and throw away the key. Exactly that thought was scaring me. We had a plan to see through to the end, and the chances were I was going to fuck it up if we were to stay in that room for a moment longer. ‘Get dressed. Give me the best you’ve got,Mouse.’

We had some work cut out for us before the real fun could begin — the bedroom fun.

‘You can’t handle my best.’ My cockyfelinethought she would ever have something to blow me off my feet. Although I wouldn’t say no to theblowingpart.

‘Unless you’re wearing something that shows off your full Brazilian wax, I don’t think you have something to surprise me with.’ Okay, maybe she did… I already knew how she looked naked, but I never imagined that she could look so amazing with clothes on. A pair of leather thighs and a black corset, some big curls that were rolling off her tits... and a detail that smashed it, subduing this king to her spell. ‘I’ll be wearing that tonight.’ She took my Academy jacket and threw it on her shoulders. I knew that it was just an ordinary piece of material, but her gesture meant way beyond that. She was naming herself as mine, not with words, but with facts.

The jacket suited her like a freaking goddess. I knew she put it on for others to know she was taken, but that was also making meher owner. ‘Turns out you are a little feline after all,’ I whispered as I became her ultimate tamer.

Still, I needed to fix the idiotic glinting in my gaze. ‘Let’s get downstairs. You took for-fucking-ever to get ready.’

‘Oh, so you would have had time for sex, but I don’t get five minutes for makeup?’

‘More like fifty minutes for some doodling that I’m going to ruin as soon as the party ends.’ It was a well-founded threat. I wanted her to cry out my name so badly that I was having serious thoughts that we should just lock the door so I could taint that jacket with her dripping mascara.

But, on a thorough reality check, we needed to attend the party. I didn’t drive for six hours in vane, especially with such an attractive prize waiting for me after I had finished my mission.

We were just minutes into the party when the strangest realization occurred to me. I was watching all the other woman present there, trying to determine some kind of rank. Call it an old habit. I always liked to know I was holding the lead, and having Bea by my side made no exception. She was breathtaking, even if I knew she wasn’t entirely aware of it. ‘You know, you do look really fucking pretty tonight, Mouse.’ I couldn’t hold myself back from trailing a wandering thumb over her lips, asking them to part so I could steal her a kiss.

I was in deep shit. I could feel it with every twist of our famished tongues, as raw desire was transforming into something else — seduction. I was breaking all my rules and instead of giving her the order to get in bed with me the second we would return to the room, I was trying to charm my way there.

I was crossing a dangerous line, where I craved to replace her fear with lust. I needed to turn my slave into my queen. And in my world, that kinda shit should get me committed.

‘I could ask to cut in, but Camden told me your girl is off-limits. Wouldn’t want to start a war or something like that.’ One of Cam’s watchdogs had the balls to make a move on my date.

Without any doubt, I understood exactly the hidden meanings between his words. They were considering her more of a challenge than off-limits.

‘Treyton. I haven’t seen you in a while. Did you get even fucking taller?’ I threw fake smile number fifty-something while catching Bea’s hand in mine and bringing her to glue herself by my side.

‘Yeah, a few inches short of getting a blow job with the girl standing.’

‘Just buy a stool, man, or get a really short girl.’ I was playing along with his game.

‘Not NBA material, though. I needed a few extra inches. At least they went to my dick.’ Treyton was always a self-centered bastard and that hadn’t changed since I last saw him.

‘No sneak peeks, man. I’m good.’ I was flunking at socializing. That was the best that I had. Definitely not going to praise his junk like the rest of the losers present at the party.

‘Yeah, man, listen... Catch you later. Zale is pissed off about a guy muttering something about him for fucking his girlfriend last night. And the motherfucker has just shown up. I need to deal with him.’ He only took a few steps away from me before my mind conceived a master plan.

‘Want some backup?’ I asked, needing to prove myself. I wasn’t going to miss a golden opportunity when one appeared.

‘He’s only five feet tall. But you’re welcome to watch... and learn.’ Treyton was showing off as usual.

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