Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1) - Page 58
“Yes.”
The two of them clasped hands, as though this were a business deal, but the heat in their gazes as they turned back to her belied the civil gesture.
Button by button, Rodrigo opened his shirt, revealing his toned chest and a surprising wealth of tattoos. He tossed his impeccable, well-tailored shirt on the couch.
“This one is new,” Severin said, pointing at Rodrigo’s chest.
“I got it a few months ago.”
Where Severin’s skin was covered in demons, Rodrigo’s was covered in monsters. The two of them almost matched in tattoo styles and coverage, except that clothing could cover Rodrigo’s.
The sight of them approaching her together made Minnow dig her fingernails into her palms, as she tried to calm down. What was Severin planning?
More torture? Probably.
She wanted to cry in frustration – maybe to bite him and yell and be a brat – but didn’t want to break down or misbehave in front of Rodrigo and embarrass Severin. If she’d figured anything out about the man she served, it was that his mind moved in unexpected ways. Whatever he intended to do, he’d probably make her love it even as she hated it.
Severin grabbed a condom from his desk drawer and tossed it to Rodrigo.
“What’s this for?” Rodrigo asked as Minnow looked from one to the other in panic. “You said I was just watching and holding her down.”
“Watching in an active sense.”
“Have you fucked her yet?”
“No. You’re going to give me a demo.”
“What?” Minnow blurted. Her outburst was covered by Rodrigo’s own.
“No. You got so jealous last time you took off. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend. You’re not even a voyeur.”
“Please no, Mister Leduc!” Was he serious?
“I’m sorry, Miss Korsgaard. You know how things are with me. I’ve been stall
ing for two days because I can’t get past the fact that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I need to see the real thing. Porn isn’t trustworthy.”
“It’s intuitive, Sev. Just start and she’ll help you.”
“I don’t want her help. When I take her for the first time, I want to know what I’m doing.”
“But Mister Leduc,” she said plaintively, crawling closer to him on the desk, “It’s you I want, not Mr. Solis.” She leaned toward him, mouth hovering over his corrugated stomach, wanting to lick her way down to his cock and coax him to change his mind.
He stroked her hair affectionately. “Oh, and don’t let her come, Rodrigo.”
“No, no!” Minnow cried. She grabbed Severin’s hand then let go of it so fast she wasn’t sure it hadn’t burned her. “Please, Mister Leduc! Can’t you just practice on me when I’m asleep or something? I’ll sign consent forms. I don’t even care!”
“Miss Korsgaard,” he said coldly, “you’re insulting my guest. You may choose to safeword, and I’ll respect that, but at this point all I’m seeing are theatrics like the ones you had last night.”
Shit.
“Sorry, Mr. Solis. I just...”
Rodrigo chuckled. “You want him. Believe me, I get it. It’s no offense to me.”
“Yes!” she cried, kneeling on the desk and clasping her hands in her lap. “I want him so bad I feel like I’m going to die.”
“You can’t die from sexual frustration,” Severin grumbled. “Trust me.”
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