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Christine stood up on wobbly legs, shame and tears filling her eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know why you’re so fucking serious. I’m fucking hard as a rock. I don’t know how this is going to work, but watching Christine do that was an eye opener for sure,” Augustus said with a smile.
“Fantastic,” Christine mumbled.
Leo smacked the top of his forehead. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”
Now that just wouldn’t do.
I surged forward, the gun still in my hand. Shoving Leo against the wall, I placed the barrel against his temple in one swift move.
“You don’t talk to her like that,” I growled.
“I hate you,” he whispered, his face darkening in rage.
I could see the hatred in his eyes. He was trying to hold it together. He was trying to talk his way out of this. He was trying to ignore his feelings. “You do it again, and I’m going to put a bullet through your brain, understand?” I said slowly. “You don’t make her feel bad for taking what she wants. You don’t make her feel shame or guilt. I won’t stand for it.”
“I hate you,” he choked out once more, his throat constricting.
“I know you do,” I said, digging the barrel deeper. “But I’m pressed against you right now, and you know what I feel, Leo?”
“Fuck you,” he said, his eyes on fire.
“You’re hard as a fucking rock. So you may hate me, but you liked seeing her suck me off. You love her.” He said nothing. “I saw it in your eyes when you were watching, didn’t I?” I growled. “I bet you’re imagining it.”
He swallowed. “Imagining what?”
“Both of us with her. Her creamy skin. Hands roaming her body. Both our cocks sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.” Christine’s breath hitched. Oh, my Little Monster liked that visual. “You feel it. I know you do.”
“I’m not feeling anything.”
“You’re wrong,” I said, my lips close to his ear. His breathing was shallow. “You’re feeling it right now, aren’t you?” I asked, stepping back and looking at him. “Feel that, huh? Feel that power that you crave. It’s mine. It’s always been mine. And if you play nice, I’ll share.”
“Shut up!” he roared. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and glared at him.
“You shut up, Leo.” I pulled him forward, dragging him to the floor. I placed the gun to his temple again as my brother and Christine stared at me, neither of them saying a word. This had to happen. It was the only way. “There’s a lot more at stake than the Crown. This”—I pounded the floor with my fist—“isn’t going to be some lighthearted thing. This is going to change your life. Your world. This is going to ruin you. It’s going to ruin everything. And it’ll all be worth it.”
His face was red with rage. His muscles were tight. I could feel them twisting underneath my touch.
“Even if you did hate me, Leo, there’s a part of you that loves her, that wants to protect her. You want to know what it feels like to have your hands on her. To have her soft body pressed against you. To have her against you with her hands in your hair. You want to feel her lips on yours.”
Slowly, I let him go and backed away from him, the gun still aimed at his head. He pushed himself off the ground and glared at me, his hands clenched into fists.
I leaned forward. “You’re mad at me for fucking your girl, but you’re even madder that you didn’t join us.”
And with those words, I left the room.
Chapter Twenty
CHRISTINE
The limousine crawled up the gravel drive, flanked on either side by a line of sentries in dark green uniforms, holding rifles at the ready. It was a sight that felt wrong, a reminder of times long past, before technology and convenience had rendered the military obsolete in this world. I wondered how much longer these men would be expected to stand guard at this gate, a relic of a bygone age. With all the threats at the king’s door, it made sense that they’d revert to something familiar. Armed men in uniform were a deterrent.
Or at least, they hoped they were.
The smoke still lingered in the air, forming a pall above us like a funeral shroud. I had grown accustomed to smog over my years of living in this city, but this was something altogether different. This smoke was the product of destruction, a reminder of the upheaval we had all just experienced.
The soldier on the gate stepped forward and opened the door of the limo, ushering us into the palace grounds. I stepped out and stood before the large gate, barely able to take it all in. Before me stood an imposing facade, its ornate turrets and statues standing silhouetted against the dark sky.
