Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

They waited for her to say something, but her thoughts were whirling too fast for her to sort out.

“This is a shock,” Severin pointed out. “Of course you’ll need time to think.”

“There’s no rush,” Rodrigo added, a hint of desperation in his tone.

She supposed if Severin had been what he’d wanted all these years, now only she stood in his way.

God – she did love Rodrigo. If there’d been no Severin, she would have fallen head over heels for him.

Maybe adding physical affection between them wouldn’t change things all that much? They were already basically in a relationship, the three of them, right? Severin having more people to love him would be good for him.

Hell, how was this not good for her?

The only way she’d find out if she was just a beard would be to let this happen. If they just kept her out of pity, she’d be able to tell, right? If she was just a beard they’d get rid of her soon enough.

She bit her lip, wishing she could drag out her decision, but there was no point in delaying this for nothing. It was best for Severin. She’d survive, even if they ended things with her.

Wouldn’t she?

She was a big girl.

She had some money saved. Not enough to pay for the years of therapy she was going to need if she ended up losing them both, but still.

“I’m worried about becoming the awkward third wheel.”

“It’s not so bad,” Rodrigo replied, flashing a hopeful smile. “But third wheel is my place in this, not yours.”

“Minnow, that’s never going to happen,” Severin said so emphatically she flinched inwardly for Rodrigo. He shoved a hand through his long hair. “Do I even want two submissives?”

She eyed Rodrigo in surprise. “You’re a switch?”

He shrugged at her then locked gazes with Severin. “Only for him.”

Severin sighed. “We need to go back in. Minnow is freezing and Loïc must be wondering if we went home without him. Stupid little fuck.”

“Okay.” She pulled away, but not before Severin kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Rodrigo turned her toward him. “Me too.” He swept her into his arms and kissed her, his lips firm and hot on hers. He swept his tongue between her lips, coaxing her to give in and kiss him back. Rodrigo rarely kissed her, and never outside of sex. She gave in, letting their tongues meet and explore, setting off shivers of arousal as she tasted the bite of Severin’s whiskey on Rodrigo’s tongue. Severin moved in behind her, his erection pressing against her back. He nipped her ear as Rodrigo tightened a fist in her hair, holding her still for them, both men smelling of alcohol and lust.

Hell, this was going to be bad news for her if Rodrigo was allowed to do anything he wanted.

“Too bad you’re both drunk. No fun for you tonight.”

Severin turned her face so he could claim her mouth, but that only gave Rodrigo access to her neck. He licked the skin above the edge of her dress’s neckline, and she moaned into Severin’s mouth.

By the time they stopped, her panties were sodden and she had to clench her thighs together to ease the ache there.

For a moment they stared at each other over her shoulder, and she had the urge to push their heads together so she could watch them kiss from a closer vantage point.

“Did this little bitch just cut us off?” Severin growled.

“I think she did.”

Severin grunted in annoyance. “Did I mention I took her ass the other day?”

“No, you didn’t mention that, bastard.”