“If you keep looking at me like you want to skewer my nuts, I’m going to fall in love with you,” he said, his smile growing impossibly wider. “I like that freaky shit, babe.”
Bianca’s disloyal pussy quivered as she fixed the giant fool with her coldest stare. “I assure you that if I ever get my hands on your testicles, you will regret it.”
“Have you been thinking about my balls, BB?” He licked his lips and winked again. “They’re every bit as impressive as you’ve imagined, I promise.”
His tone was irritatingly jaunty, and his continued use of that silly nickname was beyond impertinent. Bianca wanted to put him in his place. Unfortunately, part of her thought that his place was kneeling ather feet, preferably naked. Her pussy clenched again and fuck if a fresh rush of slick didn’t flood her panties at the thought.
The huge alpha’s nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened in a way that made Bianca’s stomach flip. He was such a childish imbecile that she often forgot how intimidating he really could be if he wanted to. And right now, Bianca could see the dangerous predator lurking beneath the cheerful façade.
And she fucking liked it.
“The only thing impressive about your balls is that they’re bigger than your brain,” Bianca sneered, turning away from him, and pushing through the bathroom door. “Now, kindly fuck off, Daniel.”
“So, you do know my name!” His laughter boomed behind her and Bianca felt the corner of her mouth lifting. She forced the smile away.
The bathroom was single person, with elegant furnishings, and an antique vanity sink stocked with toiletries and expensive sundries. Quentin King looked simultaneously out of place and utterly right, sitting on the toilet lid as if it were a throne, his broad shoulders straining his tuxedo jacket. He watched her enter, his depthless brown eyes filled with predatory intensity. His phantom-style half mask only amplified his hungry gaze.
Bianca’s heart sped up. She stopped in the center of the room, out of arm’s reach.
“What part ofnowwas unclear to you?” Quentin’s voice was low and even, but it thrummed with so much alpha command that it made Bianca’s knees weak. And goddamn him this was exactly what she’d asked for.
She hated it. She loved it. She hated that she loved it.
Somehow, her voice was as steady as his when she responded, chin lifted defiantly. “If you hadn’t noticed, Quentin, I am hosting an event. I can’t just traipse off to the bathroom at a moment’s notice.”
Bianca waited, holding her breath. It was a test. If they were really going to do this, his response to her disobedience was crucial.
To her surprise, he smiled. It wasn’t the big one’s goofy grin, or the pretty one’s cocky smirk, or even the quiet half-smile she’d caught on Quentin’s face a time or two. No, this smile was filled with dark intent. This was the smile you saw when someone pulled a black bag off your head, and you found yourself tied to a chair in a nondescript room. The gold framing his lower teeth and coating his canines glimmered in the low light, making him somehow more sinister, more dangerous.
Bianca’s pussy clenched mercilessly.
“You will traipse wherever the fuck I tell you to, whenever the fuck I tell you to. Next time, you won’t keep me waiting, or there will be consequences.” Quentin paused letting the threat hang in the air for a few moments. When he spoke again, his expression didn’t waver, but his voice softened a little. “That is, if you’re sure you want this. Because when I’m in, I’m all the fucking way in, Countess. Knot deep.”
This was it. This was the point at which Bianca could say of course she wasn’t interested, that she had been toying with him, that he and his pack were simply lowly employees. They were beneath her notice, unworthy to touch her, let alone command her.
It shouldn’t matter that he was already far too skilled at reading and responding to her darkest desires. When she’d propositioned him, she’d known he would be good at this. He’d know just how to give her pleasure in the only way she’d accept it.
And pleasure was what she wanted. Shedeservedit. She could live out her fantasies with these men who didn’t matter to anyone, before shedid her duty and married the prestigious, boring pack her fathers would approve of.
“I hope you’ve kept up your training, because I’m not going to make it easy for you,” she promised him.
The smile returned as Quentin stood slowly. Sinuously. A lion with a gazelle in its sights. No need to rush. The prey was already ensnared.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now take off your fucking panties and come here.”
Bianca’s mouth dropped open, before she recovered and fixed him with a withering look. “If you think–”
She was abruptly cut off, somehow finding herself against the vanity, its contents rattling as Quentin towered over her, one hand on her waist, the other holding her throat. His face was inches from hers, those damnable eyes of his on fire, and his sweet whiskey and tobacco scent washing over her. His lips were distractingly full at this distance, and Bianca had to fight the urge to bite one.
“Lesson number one, Countess,” he growled, grip tightening just enough to make breathing difficult. “When I give you a command, you will be a good girl, say ‘yes, King,’ and then do what I fucking say without question.”
The hand on her waist slid down until he found the slit in her gown. Fire followed his touch, making Bianca feel desperate and dark and so very alive. Outside of her heats, she so rarely felt the touch of human skin. And nobody had ever touched her like Quentin King.
His calloused fingers were sliding across her thigh, skimming along her garters, deftly slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, hooking into the waistband…
Bianca let out an undignified squawk of fury as he quite literally ripped her panties off, the lace giving way like wet paper in his stronghands. She was angry and humiliated and so goddamn turned on she thought she might die. She could feel slick running down her thighs, unencumbered by her ruined underwear.
“These are mine,” Quentin said, before—to Bianca’s dismay and delight—he lifted her panties to his face and breathed deeply. “Goddamn, Countess. Has your pussy been this wet all night? Has your cunt been aching for me, waiting for me to take what’s mine?”
