Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

“Was that the only thing you’ve taken, Miss Korsgaard?”

“Well...yes.”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I didn’t technically take it, but I should probably return your tie from Church’s wedding.”

“And why do you still have it?”

She winced. “Reasons.”

“Reasons?”

“Nefarious reasons, Master. Can’t we just pretend I gave it back?”

He shook his head and she sighed, but crawled to the headboard with a sexy grace that made him want to start the day off with sticking his stiff prick in her ass. From under her pillow she withdrew the tie, more creased than the last time he’d seen it.

“Have you been tying yourself up with my tie?”

She made a sound of scorn as she handed it to him, but didn’t actually deny it and wouldn’t meet his gaze. As soon as the silk touched his hand she headed for the shower, as though avoiding further questioning. At the door, she turned back, her face hopeful.

“Would you like to shower with me, Mister Leduc?”

“No. We have to be downtown in an hour to drop off a bike.”

She sighed and gazed at him longingly, then strolled off into the attached bathroom, giving him one more enticing look over her shoulder before dropping the unbuttoned shirt to the floor and sauntering away.

The meeting was in an hour.

This wasn’t the time.

His dick disowned him as he walked away from her invitation.

*

Watching Minnow throw one of her shapely, jeans-covered legs over the monster bike was an instant hard-on. The thing was too big for her, but she managed it fine, cruising along the highway at a dignified pace showing the confidence of a rider who didn’t feel the need to grandstand to prove her skill.

By the time they reached Rodrigo’s, he was ready to throw her down on the front lawn and screw her in front of the buyer.

Rodrigo and the buyer stepped out into the driveway just as they pulled up, and when Minnow pulled off her helmet, Ro grinned, looking impressed.

“That’s a lot of bike for such a little girl,” Rodrigo said, winking at her.

“I like them big,” she shot back.

The innuendo made Severin roll his eyes, but Rodrigo smiled the dangerous grin he used to attract women – just for a moment before his gaze cut to Severin and the smile fell away. He liked her, but wouldn’t betray Severin. At least, that’s what Severin was starting to believe.

The buyer turned to face Severin, and there was a moment of unease. He never liked strangers, but this guy was...wrong. He smiled smoothly at Severin, ignoring Minnow completely as he strode toward him. Severin stood his ground and squared his shoulders, his hackles going up as the man moved to enter his personal space. His hands balled into fists, and he braced himself for the guy to take a swing. He’d deflect then pulverize the fucker’s face.

Minnow stepped neatly in front of the man, halting his advance, and blocking Severin from launching his own attack.

“So you’re Severin,” he said, extending a hand trying to sidestep Minnow, who moved to stop him again.

“Mister Leduc doesn’t shake hands,” Minnow said icily, her body language implying she might maim the man if he wasn’t careful. “Please step back.”

“Please, honey, this is a business deal between men.” He nudged her out of the way and she had to take a step to catch her balance.

Hot rage surged through Severin’s brain, crackling and snapping just under his scalp. The fucker had touched her. Practically pushed her. Severin took the last two steps to the man and grabbed his throat. He backed the stumbling arse off the driveway and shoved him up against a tree, pinning him there by the neck.