He chuckles whilst strolling into the walk-in wardrobe. “You don’t deserve an orgasm. Behave tonight, and I might grant you release.” I flop back down with a huff and trail my hand down my body. I can still do this myself. I don’t need him or his caveman bullshit.
“And, Natia,” he starts and I turn my head, finding him leaning against the door frame with a burning look. “If you dare pleasure yourself, I will tie you to this bed with a vibrator up your ass and another in your pussy, where you’ll stay until after this fight is over.”
I pause my circling fingers, trying to discern how serious he is. He trails his thumb over his lips as they quirk up. “When have I ever threatened anything?” he asks, like he’s reading my mind. “I have every intention of seeing it through. In fact, you would do me a favor. I would know you were wet and needy here for me, but safe.”
I slam my hands on the bed and jump off it. My footsteps thunder on the floor as I push past him into the wardrobe. “Better have some decent dresses in here,” I seethe as I stalk around the room.
He follows me, pulling out a rail on the left which displays a catwalk-worthy collection of gowns. Half the dresses are red. He plucks a simple, elegant, satin crimson gown from the rail. “I’m not in the mood for red,” I grumble. .
“It’s my favorite and you will look stunning in it,” he claims.
I finger through the material, smirking as my hand rests on a cobalt blue dress. I snag it from the hanger. “Sucks to be you right now, then. Consider this my first formal protest against your methods of reminding me I am yours.”
Opening a drawer, I pick out the sexiest underwear I can find—a black lace corset with suspenders and matching panties. His eyes dart to my choice and I smirk as I draw the stockings up my legs. “Just remember it’s you sending me out as a horny, unsatisfied, red-blooded woman who’s been ordered to dress to kill.”
He looks at the ceiling. “It may be me that kills tonight,” he groans, his voice laced with a dark promise of violence.
26
Chapter Twenty Six
Natia
Taurus: Weak people seek revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore.
It’s my first time in Vegas and my mouth is on the floor as we exit the limousine. Emi, Aaden, Zee, Zac, Jed, Nathan, Lucifer, Archan, and myself, as Michael has been left in charge of the trident back in Seattle.
Neon signs glow against the backdrop of the darkened sky tinged with red. The news reports claim everything from massive sandstorms to aliens was causing the apocalyptic sky. The truth was somewhere in between. Dormant volcanoes have erupted, earthquakes shake cities for the first time in hundreds of years, and the weather has turned itself inside out. The Earth is preparing itself for battle.
The guys are in various smart suits. Archan is in his trademark black with a pocket handkerchief that matches my floor length cobalt gown. The split up the leg reveals my lace top stockings, making me feel powerful and sexy. Emi compliments Aaden’s charcoal suit with a sparkly silver gown that sets off her caramel skin and brown eyes.
“Anyone ever said that you look like Cleopatra?” I ask as we strut towards the doors of the casino.
She smirks and glances at me. Aaden shoots her a confused look. “They wouldn’t be wrong if they did.”
I blink. “You’re kidding?”
She shrugs. “I needed a break from god drama for a few years.”
I chuckle. “Now that I can understand.”
Aaden runs a hand over his face, his five o’clock shadow making him a little more rugged than normal. Jed links an arm through my left, just as Archan takes my right. I try to force down the smile, but fail.
“What’s funny?” Jed asks as two door men step forward and swing open the doors for us to enter.
“You’re the arm candy.”
Jed quirks a brow. “I’m okay with that.”
“I’m not arm candy,” Archan drawls. Movement catches my eyes as we enter the lobby.
“Oh my god,” I exclaim as I take in the magnificent room. Tall cuboid columns stretch towards the reception desk, while videos of bubbles display across the screens. My heels tap across the marble as Lucifer takes the lead and directs us towards the casino area.
“All the places in the world you’ve been and you’ve never visited Vegas?” Jed says as we pass the world’s largest chandelier draped from the ceiling into the center of the casino. My eyes flick around, trying to take everything in. It’s an assault on the senses.
“Gramps has never done business in Vegas. He used to joke that Vegas was the devil’s playground.”
Lucifer cuts a look over his shoulder. “I prefer LA, the food is better.”
