Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

“Do you think I should wear a suit and shave and get a haircut?”

“I think Severin should do whatever he wants to do,” Rodrigo replied. “This wedding is for us. There’s no one to impress.”

“What does Minnow want?”

“From the sounds of it, she wants you to bend her over the altar, hike up her wedding dress, and drive your cock into her.” Rodrigo grinned wolfishly. “I don’t think she cares to tame you.”

“And what about Rodrigo?” Severin walked toward him, and Rodrigo backed away, his gaze daring Severin to make a move.

“Me? What about me?” Rodrigo asked, his half-smile sexy and cocky.

“Do you want to civilize me, puppy?”

“Hell no.”

When Rodrigo ran out of open space and bumped into the wall, Severin pinned him there with his body. Rodrigo was tall and well muscled, but Severin enjoyed being able to look down at him and menace him with his larger frame. Rodrigo was still smiling, but it had turned from cocky to an invitation.

“I thought you had garnishes to sample,” Severin mocked. “You’re not trying very hard to get away.”

“Does it feel like I want to get away?” Rodrigo’s dick was hard and pressed between them, but then, so was his own.

Severin propped his hands on the wall on either side of Rodrigo’s head and kissed him gently. Rodrigo tried to deepen the kiss, but Severin grabbed his throat and made him stay still as he teased his mouth.

“Please.” Rodrigo groaned.

Minnow cleared her throat. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I hate to interrupt, but somebody needs to come to the kitchen and pretend they give a shit about garnishes,” she hissed. “Get in there, mister GQ. I’ll take over here.” Playfully, she tried to pry them apart, and Severin yanked her between them. They ground against her, groping her, and kissing each other over her head. When they were all breathless, Severin broke away. He turned both of them back toward the kitchen and swatted their asses.

“Quit being rude to your little guest,” Severin growled. “And don’t get distracted on your way back to the kitchen.”

As they started walking away, Severin caught Rodrigo giving their girl a speculative once-over.

“Don’t even think about it, Mr. Solis.”

“Evil bastard,” Rodrigo grumbled. He turned back long enough to give Severin a hungry look too.

“Quit being a slut and get back to work,” Severin called after him.

“You like me slutty,” Rodrigo called back.

Minnow shushed them, laughing.

Severin watched them go, smiling to himself like some stupid lovesick sap.

*

Severin could tell when she woke. Her breathing changed first, then her body stiffened. Hands rose to the blindfold he’d put on her.

The bed dipped under his weight as he leaned close. “Leave it, Miss Korsgaard,” he whispered in her ear.

Her tiny whimper made the hair on the back

of his neck rise. How he lived for that sound. It made his dick even harder than it already was.

He dragged her into his lap and inhaled the scent of her hair. Enough was enough. So much fucking whispering in this house. One of them was going to break and tell him what the fuck was going on. Divide and conquer. As soon as Rodrigo had sucked him off, like a good boy, then headed to work, Severin had gone straight for Minnow.

Determined, he carried her down the hall to the stairwell then descended to his office. He stripped her naked, and she stood docile in the center of the room, just...letting him.

“Stay.” He went to the desk and took her leash from the drawer, and the sound of the steel links sliding together made her bite her bottom lip. She shifted, squeezing her thighs together. For all his and Rodrigo’s care, she was getting thinner. He didn’t like it. Somehow it made him feel like he was doing a shit job at taking care of her.