Page 143 of Pretty Vengeful Queen

Maddoc and Riley slip into the backseat, and I tap the building’s address into the GPS.

Dante snorts, starting up the vehicle. “That ain’t called navigating, brother. That’s just data entry.”

I keep up the banter with him while keeping an eye on Riley through the rearview mirror. Her arousal is my favorite sight, and the fact that Maddoc is toying with her, too—whispering what I assume are filthy things in her ear while completely oblivious to the control I have over her pleasure right now—just heightens the stakes of the game.

By the time we reach the building, Riley’s skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, the flush on her skin, rapid breathing, and dilation of her pupils all giving away how effective the toy I purchased for her is.

“Excited about doing a walk through on your new building, yeah?” Dante teases her once we all get out and he catches sight of her aroused state.

“Ournew building,” she says, a strain to her voice that’s unmistakable. The glare she gives Dante is pure wildcat, though.

Her inheritance—both from William Sutherland and from Austin McKenna’s holdings—may be funding this purchase, but Riley has been insistent that her assets are “our” assets, even though Maddoc has refused to allow her to move them out of her name.

“Ours, princess,” Dante murmurs, his eyes heating as they rake over her. “Fuck, I love you.”

She flushes even more, and I can’t resist. As she sways toward him, I flick the vibrator back on.

She makes an utterly delicious sound, her whole body trembling as one hand shoots out to latch onto Dante’s bicep, holding him in a death grip.

“I… love you… too,” she says, biting her lip hard. Then she takes a deep breath, visibly gaining control over herself, and lets him go. “Should we go inside?”

Dante raises his eyebrows, then smirks at Maddoc, clearly blaming her state on him. “Sure.”

Anything else he might have said is forestalled by the appearance of the Realtor, a mature, high-energy woman with sensible heels and a no-nonsense attitude who quickly steers the conversation toward the building’s attributes and features.

She leads us on a tour, and Maddoc’s attention shifts to business as he drills her for details along the way. Dante handles most of the physical inspection, knocking on walls and crouching down to check ducts and plumbing fixtures.

I walk next to Riley, my hand in my pocket, finger on the remote.

“You’ll notice that the office suites on this floor have all been wired for high-speed internet,” the Realtor says, leading us up a set of stairs. “It would be easy to extend that to the manufacturing floor below if that would be useful.”

“What do you think, wildcat?” I murmur. “Should we extend it?”

“Logan.”

Her whisper is more of a whimper when I activate the vibrator again, and her steps stumble for a moment.

I capture her elbow, steadying her, and Dante shoots us a questioning look.

“Take a look at the setup in here,” the Realtor says, leading us into one of the offices.

“I like it,” I say, turning off the vibe and drawing inquiring looks from both my brothers.

The Realtor beams at me. “I’m so glad. Do you have any questions?”

“Yes.” I turn to Riley, flicking the vibe on again. “Doyoulike it, wildcat?”

She gasps, her cheeks flushing with color again, and reaches out to steady herself on the windowsill. “It’s… very nice.”

“The view is fantastic, isn’t it?” the Realtor says, bustling over to join her there. “It’s a commercial district, so scenic isn’t really the word, but from this floor, you can see all of eastern Halston.”

“Mmhmm,” Riley says, her fingers trembling as she raises her hand and presses it, palm flat, against the glass. “It’s…” She swallows hard. “Lovely.”

Maddoc frowns, then asks the Realtor about something that brings her over to the other side of the room. Riley’s got on a tight pair of jeans that frame her ass beautifully, and I can see it clenching and releasing as her breath grows ragged and she leans her forehead against the cool glass, next to her hand.

My cock responds, the memory of how fucking good it feels when I’m buried inside her almost too much to bear.

Dante moves closer to her, leaning down to whisper quietly in her ear. “You okay, princess?”

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