“I won’t.”
“And when I get tired of you?”
Pavel scowled. “You won’t.”
Zane eyed him for a moment. “I’m not making any promises.”
“You couldn’t escape me even if you wanted to.”
He chuckled. “You’re forgetting something yourself.”
Pavel frowned.
“My get-out-of-jail-free card, remember?” Zane smiled when Pavel’s expression went blank. “There we go. Now you’re seeing the picture I am. You think I don’t have a choice? Baby, that was your first mistake. Your second was believing I’m any less of a Royal just because I don’t share their blood. You’ve been watching me? Then tell me something, when have you ever seen me not in control?”
His mind scrambled to come up with a counterargument, but the only solution he could think of was a bad one. Kidnapping Zane and getting him all the way off planet wouldn’t be easy. In fact, there was a very good chance Pavel would fail if he attempted it.
“Going to tell Kelevra about me, gorgeous?” Pavel couldn’t let that happen. If Zane told Kel he was being bothered, the prince would choose his side. They’d always been closer thanPavel was to Kelevra. He’d order Pavel to keep his distance, which wouldn’t be possible, and he’d end up putting his family in jeopardy.
The Imperial Prince did not mess around when it came to his demands being met.
“I haven’t decided,” Zane replied. “I get the feeling it would only further complicate things.”
“I won’t give you up.”
“So you claim.”
“I won’t.”
“Prove it then.”
Pavel blinked at him. Was this a chance or a trick? Zane was a master at getting under people’s skin, at making them feel such strong emotion it clouded their mind and disrupted their critical thinking skills. “Are you playing me right now?”
Zane grunted. “I’m being more direct than you ever were with me.”
He didn’t seem like he was lying… “Prove it how?”
The doorbell rang then, and Zane grinned. When he took a step toward it and Pavel instinctively went to block his path, he gave him a stern look. “Relax, Pav. It’s just a delivery.”
“You…” he watched Zane head to the door, urging himself to keep still and not rush after him and prevent him from opening it. “…ordered something? What?”
There was a level five employee at the door. He bowed his head when Zane greeted him, and then held out a single square black bag. “This is everything you requested, Mr. Solace. Can I help you with anything else this evening?”
“No, that’s all. Thank you,” Zane said politely, the epitome of Royal class.
“Have a good night then, Mr. Solace.” The man bowed a second time and then turned to leave just as Zane began to shut the door.
He returned holding the bag in one hand, pausing to decide where to place it. The living area had a couch that faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he ended up setting the bag down on the small table Ledger was typically found sitting on.
“What did you order?” Pavel asked, trying to see around him when he heard the bag unzip, but not wanting to risk moving any closer until he understood what game they were playing and, most importantly, what the stakes were.
“This is a sex club,” Zane snorted. “What do you think?”
Pavel’s mouth dropped open the second the doctor turned, one of the items from the bag in his hand. His eyes locked onto the massive dildo, taking in the thigh straps and all of the buttons decorating its flared base.
“Get on the couch,” Zane said, his voice snapping Pavel out of his lustful daze. He barked out a laugh at whatever expression must have crossed his face and shook his head. “It’s not for you. Relax. I’m not going to ask you to take one for me, and if I was, it sure as hell wouldn’t be plastic.” He cupped himself through his pants pointedly. “Sit.”
He took a step in the couch's direction, then hesitated. “Terms.”
