Page 142 of Pretty Vengeful Queen

“Come on now, princess,” Dante says, tactfully not pointing out that there will always be danger to all of us. “Let the girl live a little. Get out and explore. Ain’t that what growing up is about?”

Riley huffs out a breath. “Well, yes, but—”

I slip my hand into my pocket and press the remote, turning on the vibrator I told her to insert into her pussy before coming downstairs.

She stiffens, her voice stuttering breathlessly. “B-Bu-But, um, she…”

Dante raises an eyebrow. “She what? Wants to see a little of the world? We can send people with her, you know. I’m sure Nathan would volunteer. We won’t send her off without protection.”

“Good,” Riley whispers, that gorgeous flush in her cheeks spreading down her throat as she jerks her eyes up to meet mine. “She should… have that.”

I grin at her, and her eyes dilate in full.

Then I turn the vibrator off. “I agree.”

“You do?” she asks faintly.

“Absolutely.”

She hums absently in response, shifting on her seat and picking up her fork, and Dante gives her a quizzical look over her quick acquiescence, then shrugs and goes back to making his case for Chloe spreading her wings.

Neither of my brothers seems to realize just how little Riley is following the conversation anymore, since she continues to manage to contribute little “hmmms” and “uh-huhs” along the way, but her distraction is like a drug that I can’t get enough of as I steal her attention, over and over, with the silent remote.

It isn’t until after we’ve finished breakfast and I’ve cleaned up the kitchen that I realize what the unfamiliar feeling in my gut is.

Toying with Riley this way isn’t just arousing, it’s also fun.

I’m havingfun.

“Something wrong, brother?” Dante asks, bouncing the keys to the Escalade in his hand.

I blink, realizing he caught me staring off into space after loading the dishwasher.

I quickly dry my hands and turn to face him. “Not at all.”

He gives me a searching look, then shrugs. “Let’s head out, then. Madd just got the call from the Realtor.”

I nod, and follow him out. With plans progressing so smoothly on the 17th Street Gang partnership, we’ve decided to buy a new building to provide a legitimate front for the increase in activity. The one we’re checking out today is perfectly located between our two territories, and the research I’ve done into its zoning and construction history indicates it will work for our needs. A visual inspection is the last step.

Maddoc has Riley pinned up against the side of the Escalade when Dante and I get outside, his tongue down her throat and her ass in his hands, and my cock twitches in my pants at the compelling sight. Without thinking, I reach into my pocket again and flip on her vibrator.

She gasps, lurching against him, and he chuckles, stepping back and adjusting his erection. “Don’t tempt me, butterfly. The Realtor is waiting.”

“Let’s go then,” she says, pushing her hair back with a shaky smile.

She turns a quick glare on me, and I grin back, increasing the setting by two.

“Fuck,” she whispers, smacking the side of the Escalade to brace herself. Her knees look a little wobbly, and her nipples are twin points, clearly visible through the silky material of her thin shirt.

Dante frowns. “You okay, princess?”

“She’s perfect,” I say. “Would you like me to drive?”

It distracts him the way I intended.

“Hell, no,” he says with a wide grin. “I’m taking the wheel.”

“Then I’ll navigate,” I say, slipping into the passenger seat and turning off the vibe.

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