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I loved all of them.
My heart might have been battered and bruised, but it still had the capacity to love big. And each thudding beat was for the three men who owned me.
Chapter Nineteen
ATTICUS
My fingers pulled at the corset wrapped tightly around her creamy skin, pushing her plump breasts up so that they were like plush pillows for my chin. I wanted to lick every inch of her, savor the taste. But we had appearances to make. Men to kill. Thrones to steal.
The corset clung to her skin like a candle flame, each silver thread perfectly woven in place. The satin finish was smooth, shimmering as she breathed.
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea to bring her,” Augustus said from the bed. He was watching Christine brace her hands against the bedpost. Her willowy body was bent over as she sucked in and I laced her up. I knew corsets were a damned contraption, and there was something so beautiful about seeing my Little Monster free and soft. But I also liked knowing she was wrapped up tight like a present for me.
“They won’t believe she’s alive otherwise,” I said as a slight moan escaped her lips. She had thick lace garters on her thighs and, fuck, I wanted to dig my teeth into her ass.
“And what if Lord Nathan claims her right then and there?” Augustus asked.
“Then I’ll put a bullet through his skull.” I spun Christine around and dragged my thumb along her lip. “You had a crumb.”
Her tongue snaked out to brush against my skin. Cheeky. “You’ll shoot him in front of all the lords?”
“You think I’ll let him harm you?” I wrapped my hands around her neck and pulled her close. “You’re safe with me, Little Monster.”
I pulled Christine to me, my hand still around her throat. Her pussy was wet. I could smell her desire. Her trust. And, God, it was intoxicating.
I kissed her hard and fast, then pushed her away. Augustus cleared his throat. “Enough with the macho act. We all know you’ll torture and kill anyone who looks at her wrong.” He waved his hand in annoyance, but I saw the way his eyes narrowed when I touched Christine.
I was testing him. If we were ever going to be comfortable about this, we couldn’t hide. Quiet little fucks in the dark while we all tiptoed around the situation wasn’t doing anyone any good.
I shrugged. “I just like to make my intentions known.”
Christine’s gaze darted between us, but she was silent. Meek. I knew she was holding back. I’d seen her anger, seen her take on an entire army of men by herself. I’d seen the flash of strength in her eyes as she stood, tall and proud, in front of the lords.
She didn’t know how to be quiet.
And I’d be damned if I let her be quiet with us.
If she was going to stand by me, she had to be strong. She had to show the lords she wasn’t a shy little thing. She was a fierce ruler, sweet…and deadly.
“Where is Leo?” I asked before finding the diamond necklace I’d bought her. She’d waltz into that room full of lords looking like a damn queen.
“I was just getting her dress,” he said while walking into the bedroom. His eyes lingered on Christine’s legs before he tossed the garment bag onto the bed beside Augustus. “Did you really have to pick something so…so…”
“Sexy?” I finished for him. “Powerful?”
“Revealing,” he said, his lips set in a grim line.
“Let me see,” Augustus said before unzipping the bag. He let out a low whistle. “Interesting choice, Atticus.”
Her hair was curled and pinned on the nape of her neck. The necklace I bought her would delicately brush her chest, and the diamond studs in her ears sparkled. Her breasts were pushed up high, the tops peeking out from the top of her corset. Once she put on the formfitting black dress with the slit up her thigh, all eyes would be on her.
Christine’s eyes were wide and uncertain while she stood by the bed. She held the dress against her body and moved to the floor-length mirror. “The royal publicist will have a field day,” she mused.
“This dress was made for you,” Augustus said, his eyes roving over the beautiful creature that was my Little Monster.
A roll of her eyes. “You just like it because it shows off all my best assets. Those grumpy old men will have a heart attack when they see me.”
She twisted her body, trying to look at her back.
