Bianca clenched her jaw, her face burning with shame. Shehadbeen thinking about this moment, wondering if Quentin might take what she’d so recklessly offered. But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying so.
“I see that you’re going to need to be taught a lesson right out the gate,” Quentin said, releasing her throat and stepping back. He held her gaze as someone knocked lightly on the door. “Perfect timing. Come in, Dante.”
Chapter twelve
Bianca
The door swung open and the pretty one sauntered in, taking in the scene with those uncanny black eyes of his, his mask perched atop his head. He caught Bianca watching him and shot her a wink. Then he pulled his mask down.
Of her three bodyguards, she wouldn’t have expected him to be the one to pick the full coverage bauta mask, but now she could see why he’d chosen it. With everything except those glittering black eyes hidden behind the expressionless metal, he'd gone from pretty to absolutely menacing—suddenly nothing like the charming salesman he played around her fathers or her wealthy guests.
It was sexy as hell.
“Goddamn, it smells like good pussy in here, King!” Dante’s smooth voice coming from behind the mouthless mask did unfair things to Bianca’s body. “What’s got our prim and proper pussy perfuming like that?”
Bianca’s face grew hot. She glared at both men, chest heaving, slick running down her thighs. Nobody talked to her like this, even on the rare occasions she’d risked hinting at her desires to some temp alpha who’d already signed an NDA. Even then, it wasn’t believable. She didn’tget the thrill of fear, the satisfaction of having control wrenched away, having pleasure thrust upon her so that she was pulled out of the prison in her head and into the moment. Past attempts had felt like pantomime.
This, on the other hand, felt painfully real.
“She’s still got that viper’s gaze, though. If looks could kill we might be in trouble, King.” There was mocking laughter in the pretty one’s voice now. “I don’t think she fully understands what she’s gotten herself into.”
“Countess here is aching to learn that lesson,” Quentin replied, still not looking away from Bianca. “She needs it pounded into her. Hard.”
Bianca whimpered. She hated the sound and the glint of satisfaction in Quentin’s eyes when he heard it. Her pussy clenched yet again.
“Well, by all means, don’t let me interrupt her education,” the pretty one said, swaggering over to take Quentin’s vacated throne. “You know I love to watch you work.”
They were good, the bastards, the way they fed off of one another. Bianca could imagine them interrogating a captive just like this, playing bad cop and worse cop. Why did that turn her on?
“You hear that, Bianca? Dante wants another show.” Quentin took another step back, his gaze raking over her body. “Lift up your dress and show him how much your pussy is fucking weeping for us.”
Bianca started to protest, but the look in Quentin’s eyes gave her pause. How might he punish her? How much could she push back?
“Do it now, or I won’t let you come,” he warned. “You’ve already lost locking privileges for tonight, and I was really looking forward to burying my knot in your greedy cunt. I’ll be extremely pissed if I don’t get a chance to see what you look like when you come on my dick.”
“Yes, King,” she heard herself say. Quentin’s eyes widened behind his mask. Apparently, she’d surprised them both. And from the thickeningpheromones in the air, it was obvious that he liked her compliance very much.
That shouldn’t have pleased her as much as it did.
Before she could think better of it, she gathered two fistfuls of fabric and dragged her dress up her thighs, baring her pussy to the two alphas. She thought she heard the pretty one gasp. Quentin—no,King—only smiled that dangerous smile, the gold of his grillz catching the light in a way that made her heart race.
“Spread your legs, Countess. Show us what that prim and proper pussy looks like before we destroy it.”
Fucking hell. Bianca was going to implode.
“Yes, King,” she said. It came out easier the second time, though the submission still made her face burn with embarrassment. She widened her stance, revealing her slippery thighs. The cool breeze that hit her exposed skin did nothing to ease the heat of her throbbing core.
King kept his eyes on hers as he stalked forward, then held her gaze as he slowly crouched until his face was level with her mound. He inhaled deeply, exhaling against her skin and making her hips jerk involuntarily. “Do you have any idea how good your pussy smells, Bianca? It’s fucking criminal.”
She couldn’t help it. She whimpered again. She didn’t typically enjoy praise, not unless it contained a lot more degradation, but something about the way he said her name while practically kneeling at her feet did something to her insides.
King grinned as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “There she is. I knew you’d be a switch. Don’t worry, baby. Dante and Van will let you top them. But tonight, you’re mine. This slutty cunt is mine. I’m going to fill you so full of cum you won’t be able to forget who fucking owns this pussy.”
Oh, gods. That sounded very good and very bad. His scent would be all over her. She couldn’t go back out there reeking of alpha.
“That’s right, Countess. Everybody is going to know that you belong to me. And anyone who touches what’s mine will lose their limbs.” King’s voice was deadly serious. Bianca shivered at the not-unpleasant chill that ran down her spine in response. “This is what you wanted when you put on your little show earlier, wasn’t it? I’m going to fuck you like the filthy whore you are. Then Dante is going to fuck you. Then you’re going to go back to the party with our cum dripping down your thighs.”
King stood swiftly, spinning Bianca around and bending her over the sink in one fluid movement. He positioned himself behind her, unzipping his pants and pressing his warm, hard cock against her ass. Bianca gasped as he wrapped her hair around his fist and forced her torso down against the sink. She bit back a moan, squeezing her eyes shut. King pulled her hair, arching her neck back and forcing her to look into the mirror. Her mask was slightly askew now, and her eyes looked wild and bright behind it.
