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“First, let’s get Mr. Gustov moved to the holding room. Have first aid administered to ensure he won’t die, but nothing more. While you keep Gustov in the world of the living, have our crew come in for cleanup. Also, make sure Ms. Sonnita remains as calm and comfortable as possible for the remainder of the evening.”
“I take it you will handle your queen?”
My queen.
“You should know there is no such thing as handling a queen.” I moved in Devani’s direction.
Just as I was within a few feet of her, she turned, rage-filled, lust-glazed eyes boring into mine. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was measured and too controlled.
The way she held herself screamed that the refined socialite no longer existed and only a predator ready to pounce remained.
My body reacted as if she’d thrown down a gauntlet, and a primitive urge to dominate her coursed through me, making my cock swell.
“Why are you here?” she asked, licking her lips, making me think she imagined tasting mine.
“To escort you out of the gaming room.” I gestured to Gustov. “That was some show.”
“Let me repeat.” She kept her words calm and measured. “Why are you here? Kir is the brother scheduled for shift tonight. I made sure of this.”
So she wanted to avoid me. Too fucking bad.
“I gave him the night off.” I stepped closer, her stance going stiff. “Now you answer the same question. Why are you here? Why aren’t you at your event? Why aren’t you announcing your engagement to another man?”
Her pupils dilated. “That’s three questions.”
“Fine, why aren’t you with your fiancé?”
“No one has ever proposed to me, so how can I have a fiancé?”
“And whose choice was that?”
“None of your business.” She jutted her chin up.
“And your reason for being here?”
“Same answer.”
“I see.” Stepping to the side, I motioned for her to move in front of me. “Let’s continue our discussion somewhere else. The team needs to tidy up the floor display you created with Signora Sonnita.”
Devani kept her penetrating focus on my face for a few seconds before she scanned the room, took in every detail around her, and swept past me.
Out of habit, I lifted my palm to set it on her lower back.
However, before my fingers touched her, she ordered, “Don’t touch me.”
“Why not, Highness?” I left my hand at a hover.
Her breath shifted, growing unsteady, her control slipping. My cock hardened further, becoming a heavy, uncomfortable weight in my pants.
“You aren’t that dense.” She ignored the people staring at her as she passed them in the lounge, and we made our way into the secured hallway leading to a set of elevators. “You know exactly why.”
“Do I?” I asked when the cab doors opened, and we moved inside.
Reaching around her, I hit the club’s lower-level button, and the elevator began its descent.
On purpose, I moved in behind her, crowding her and barely giving her space.
The flush in her skin deepened. “I wouldn’t touch me if I were you. Not unless you plan to deliver.”
