“Tell me,Casimir,” I sneered, tilting my head to mirror him, “do you fuck her as dispassionately as you read a grocery list?”
He didn’t rise to the bait. Not that I expected him to. He was too much like Amabel. Everything locked down. Everything controlled. I scoffed at the idea of this man between that little bitch’s thighs. Devil below, I’d bet he was a nice size, too. Pity to waste a good cock on garbage like her, even if he had a face carved from stone.
“Careful, brother.” Zane examined his nails with exaggerated disinterest. “She’s picturing you naked right now. You are one horny bitch, Luney.”
“Which of you took her virginity?” I retorted.
Koa’s boot scuffed against the floor as he unconsciously shifted his weight. Aha! I latched onto the knowledge like a shark smelling blood in the water. His temper was so easy to stoke, and I wondered how many times I could make him lose it.
A game, then, I decided with a gleeful wiggle.A point for me every time I make the dog bark.
“Did she cry, Prince Koa? Did she scream?”
He didn’t move, and his silence was worse than any violence. It pressed against my skull like thumbs gouging into my eye sockets. Desperate to fracture it, I dropped my voice to a breathy moan.
“Did she bleed like a bitch all over your dick?”
For a heartbeat,just one, his eyes flickered with the promise of a most painful death, but Casimir placed a single fingertip against his brother’s chest without looking away from me.
“Don’t,” he murmured.
Koa exhaled heavily through his nose, but he stepped back, shoulders rigid.
The dismissal stung. They wouldn’t even grant me proper hatred! Just this infuriatingdisinterest!
“Awfully invested in our sex lives for someone fucking a rogue,” Zane scoffed. “Do you practice those lines in front of mirrors? Or just inyour sister’s shadow?”
Fire bloomed beneath my ribs.
Amabel.
Always Amabel!
The basement walls seemed to ripple like heat haze.
“Poor little princes!” My voice cracked. “Too noble to admit you’re stuck with a frigid wife who can’t get you up—”
Zane was suddenly at my side, crouching so close, I could count every freckle across his nose.
“Lemme stop you there, Luney,” he purred, pressing a cold finger to my lips. “First lesson in seduction: Men find desperation tragically unsexy.”
I licked his finger and laughed when he caught my tongue between his thumb and knuckle, pinching it hard. For one delightful moment, I spied a wild hunger in his eyes. Was it a match to the heat pooling between my thighs?
Then he produced a knife from somewhere, letting it dance across his knuckles in silver flashes, and the hunger darkened.
Oh. Not the right kind of hunger at all,I realized with disappointment.Pity.
The only fuck I’d ever get from this one was fucked up.
Sure enough, he held the blade an inch from my lips as he pulled my tongue taut. His grin widened, fangs down and gleaming.
And my heart stuttered traitorously in my chest. There was something so exquisitely beautiful about a monster who didn’t pretend to be anything else.
Then Casimir cleared his throat, and Zane sighed dramatically before releasing my tongue and making his knife disappear.
“Party pooper,” he grumbled, flopping onto an overturned crate. “I didn’t even get to the second lesson.”
“She needs her tongue to answer questions, Z,” was all Casimir said.
