Playing Royal: A Vice Agency Novel Page 10

  “Your cum? What about hair, and dead skin?”

  “Some things are more important than others.” He grimaces. “I can’t have any royal little bastards running around.”

  “You don’t want kids?”

  “I didn’t say that.” His voice softens as he finishes towel drying and slips back into his jeans. “I just don’t want them now.”

  “So one day?” I can imagine his children, maybe even imagine raising them, though I shake that daydream loose. Even if I want kids, chances are I’ll never be in a position to have any of my own.

  “When I have to.”

  I frown. What kind of person thinks they have to have kids? It’s an odd way to put it.

  “So the tattoo? What does it mean?” He stares at me while I dress, at the dark inky test scrawled across my hip. No one can save us but ourselves. We ourselves must walk the path.

  “It’s about strength. The strength to go your own way in life, to make peace with your situation and love the life you’ve been given.”

  “Is that what you’re doing living in that hovel?” He tosses me my jacket then tugs on his boots.

  “No and yes.” I exhale. “I did the best I could, considering I walked away from this place with nothing but a bag of clothes and a few trinkets. The one and only time I asked for money from my stepmother, she berated me for being so stupid as to think I could make it on my own. That I’d never survive, unless I whored myself out on the street. That that was all I was good for.”

  I rub my hands up my arms, remembering how much it hurt to hear her say it, though I knew how she felt about me. “She’d ordered me to come home, but I couldn’t come back to her screaming at me every day, I couldn’t come back to her incessant barking of orders. It was just too much, so I did the best I could. And it was hard for a long time. There were days I didn’t think I could make it on my own, but the life I have now, it’s mine. I refuse to let anyone take it from me.”

  “You’re so strong.” He comes to me, cupping my face between his hands. “Do you even know how resilient you are?”

  I’m not so sure. My eyes sting. Delving into the past makes my mood heavy. “What about your tattoos? Am I allowed to ask?”

  “Pick one,” he says, lifting my palm to his chest.

  I study them for a moment. The thick ink of a name that must be his brother’s is the only one that stands out as obvious. I follow the ink with my fingers, stopping on the outline of a crown, a row of letters underneath it. “This one.”

  His eyes shutter quickly as I glance at his face, his jaw clicking as he answers gruffly, “Not that one.”

  He turns away from me to pull on his T-shirt, and I touch his back. I’ve obviously hit on a nerve, which was the last thing I wanted to do. “Kai?”

  Spinning back around, he grasps both my arms and sets me away from him. “You ask too many questions. You expect too much from me. Why do you have to be so curious?”

  “I’m sorry.” I wince, his fingers digging into my skin.

  “Shit.” He drops his hold as if I’m fire, clasping his hands to the top of his head as he marches away from me. “Finish getting dressed. I’m taking you home.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kaiser

  One hand shoved in my pocket, I fiddle with the small object I have there while I wait for Allie to come out of Gail’s. We said one last game, and after the night in the pool I was surprised she still agreed to come tonight. But I’m determined to drag this out. To make her say yes to another fantasy with me, and then another. I should let her go. I’ve gone back and forward over why asking for more time with her, spending more time with her isn’t a good idea. She asks too many questions, asks for answers I can’t give her, though her inquisitiveness tempts me. Deep down, I know I should leave her be before she wants more than I can offer, but I’m selfish. I just can’t bring myself to turn away from her.

  “Kai?” Allie steps out into the garden, amongst the hydrangeas, pretty as a picture in a pale blue cocktail dress. I almost raise my phone to take a photo of her, to keep her with me long after we’re done.

  Instead, I stalk toward her and hold out my hand. “Mina caroniee.”

  Tilting her head to the side, her eyes filled with curiosity, she asks, “What does that mean?”

  “It means you look beautiful.” It means she’s my beautiful, even if only for a little while.

  “So where are we going?” She rubs one white sandal against the back of her calf.

  “Dancing.”

  “Not back to that place we went the first time?” She grimaces.

  “It wasn’t so bad, was it?” For some reason the fact she hated the Lux leaves me both pleased and disappointed. It’s nothing compared to my world, yet I cannot help but wonder how much more would she hate the life I have to go back to?

  “It was okay,” she admits. “But you’ve seen who I am. I don’t fit in with those people. I don’t belong.”

  “You belong wherever you choose to be.” I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She is so much more than she thinks she is. Why can’t she see that she could belong anywhere? Just not with me. “But no, we’re not going there tonight.”

  I drive the Ferrari through traffic, winding my way downtown to our destination. It’s a different ride than the ones we’ve taken before. She doesn’t hang on for dear life. Squeezing my hand, she places it on her thigh, right below the hem of her dress. She’s here with me in a way that is just simply being.

  There are cars everywhere, some bikes too. People cross haphazardly over the road and across the carpark to get into line outside the Metro, a three story historical building turned night club.

  Leading her past the line, I nod to the guy on the door. Saran set us up, so as soon as I tell him my name he lifts the chain and allows us to pass. Noise pours out of the club, laughter and raucous conversation mixing with a band still setting up.

  “What do you think?”

  Her face lights up. “Are you sure this is your fantasy? Live music and a bar?”

  “It’s you,” I tell her, leading her through the crowded hazy room. “I wanted you to be comfortable. But there’s more to my fantasy.”

  “Like what?” Shoving my hand in my pocket, I wrap my fingers around the toy I brought with me. More than anything I want to sink into my beautiful Allie, want to have more of her body on mine. My restraint is such a brittle thing when it comes to her, pulled taut and close to breaking.

  I pull her out of the main room and down a dimly lit hallway to an unmarked door. The room’s empty, except for us. The shutting door dims the noise behind it. Pressing her up against the wall, I take her mouth, linger over it, feel her shiver against me while I taste her soft lips and eat up her quiet cry. Knowing she wants me so much, not the fucker, not the prince, just me, has my heart beating faster. “You’re seducing me, Allie. Until all I can think about is you.”

  She smiles against my mouth, her eyes shining in a way that wrenches at me. Scraping my hand down her side, I slip it under her dress to squeeze her thigh, dig my fingers into the scrap of panty that clings there, and rub her clit. With a whimper, she parts her legs for me. “Please. I want you so much it hurts. I need you inside me.”

  “Soon.” Her begging and the damp heat of her arousal has me on edge. My cock aches, the pressure a damn swelling in my balls, but I have one rule left. One I can’t break, won’t break though it hurts me to think about it even now. This thing between her and I will end. She’s not my equal, she’s not something that can last. But fucking Allie isn’t going to be something I can easily walk away from, I already know that. And I’ll have to before she gets hurt, before it becomes too complicated. I just want more time with her first. And maybe a fantasy or two. “Are you adventurous, princess?”

  “What do you mean?” Her gaze is both curious and a little fearful.

  “I want you to cum for me. Want to watch your face light up with pleasure without me touching you.”

 
“I don’t understand.” She rocks against my fingers. “Why without touching me?”

  “Because watching you in pleasure is a beautiful thing.” I tip her face up with my other hand. “You have no idea how it gets to me, seeing your skin flush with arousal, your lips part as your breathing gets heavier, the way your eyes shine. I want to spend the evening seeing you like that, knowing how much you want me, how easily I can have you.”

  “W-why not just fuck me?” She exhales. “Here, now.”

  “Because I want other people to see how truly beautiful you are too. I want them to see what I see, and I want them to want you the way I do, and know that not one of them gets to make you feel the way I do. Will you let me?”

  “How?”

  I show her the little pink U-shaped vibrator. “Do you know what this is?”

  She darts glances between the toy and me and her cheeks pink. “A vibrator.”

  “Remote controlled via an app on my phone.” A surge of pleasure fills me at the idea of her wearing it for me, aroused and aching for release. I want to see her like that as often as I can in our time together. “Would you wear it for me?”

  Her eyes go wide, her pupils big as she gasps. “There are people everywhere. What if they work it out? What if they know?”

  “They’re strangers, Allie. People we’ll never see again, and they won’t have any idea that you’re wearing it.” I bow my head to hers, our noses touching as I lock her focus on me and circle her clit with my finger. “They won’t be able to hear it. They won’t be able to see it. All they’ll see is how perfect you are. The rest, your pussy tingling for me, you cumming, will just be between us.”

  “Are you certain?” She sinks onto my finger as I push into her. Even if she won’t admit it the idea stirs her. “You want to watch me?”

  “It’s my fantasy, princess. Seeing you like that, wanting to have you so much it hurts, so much I can’t hold back any longer.”

  “Okay.” She gives a quick jerky motion of her head, her knees wobbling. “I want to for you.”

  Sliding her panties down, I kneel at her feet while she holds her dress up. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, her scent catches in my nose. It makes me want to dive into her, to push my tongue into her. An almost feral need takes hold of me that has me darting my tongue over her clit and between her thighs. I just need a taste, a moment to enjoy the promise of her reaction to me. Then I rub the vibrator through her wetness and slide it into place before pulling her panties back into position and standing up. “I need your phone.”

  Biting her lip, she bows her head and hands me her phone. It only takes a couple minutes to set up the app and sync our phones so I’ll be able to control the toy from wherever I am. Then I turn it on the lowest setting. Her breath hitches, and her mouth falls open at the sudden stimulus. Her fingers curl into my shoulder.

  She steals my breath away, makes my chest ache with her exquisiteness. Once more I linger over her pretty lips. I don’t think she realizes this night will be more torturous for me than for her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Allie

  Shit. I adjust the hem of my dress again, my thighs squeezed tight against the weight of the vibrator inside me as Kaiser plants his hand at my hip and ushers me back into the crowded bar. What the hell was I thinking to let him do this to me? I wasn’t. I don’t think so clearly when it comes to him.

  I strain to hear any sound from the vibrator. At least the fact I can’t hear it over the sound of the music and crowd down the hall is a good thing. But I can definitely feel it. My pulse is racing, and I walk as slowly as Kaiser will let me, conscious of the weight of it inside me. God, what if it falls out?

  My cheeks have to be crimson, the heat in them almost too much as it spreads down my neck. And yet I’m aroused, so insanely turned on, not just from his fingers on me, or the gentle hum that has sensation rumbling through my core, but by the fact that he asked me to do this for him.

  We come to the end of the hallway, and I balk. There are people everywhere, crowded three and four deep at the bars along each wall, standing as a mass on the dance floor. Growing groups of guys and girls surrounding the speakers set up for the band, and almost every table in the place. It’s louder than it was when we got here. So loud I can barely hear what someone says as they push past us, let alone the gentle hum of the vibrations coursing through me. Still what if people notice? What if they can tell?

  “This is crazy,” I yell, and he has to cock his head to hear me. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  I don’t know if I want to step into a room full of people and let him torture me with these vibrations at his whim. Except I do want it, because I want anything when it’s with him. And knowing that he’s going to be thinking about being inside me all night makes my pulse race.

  “Try it, Allie, for me. Just for a little while.” He squeezes my hand, his hooded gaze possessive. It sends a shiver down my spine that’s even more pleasurable than the sparks in my panties. I take a deep breath. I can do this.

  When I nod, he leads me out into the throng. I clamp my muscles around the vibrator as much as I can, trying to assure myself that it isn’t going to somehow slip out, that I’m not going to suffer utter humiliation. It’s like my worst nightmare and my best fantasy all rolled into one. I’m not entirely sure I’m not crazy, agreeing to let him control my body like this.

  Then he presses a button on his phone and the vibration stops while he speaks to a man at the steps to an empty area cordoned off by black velvet rope. A VIP area, something I’ve only ever read about and seen in movies. I wasn’t actually certain they existed, but they do and the man’s letting us up the stairs to the only empty tables in the club.

  Kai doesn’t go for a table though. He shifts between them to the dark leather couches lining the platform. Sitting down on the one that has the best view of the stage he pulls me down beside him and curls his arm around my waist. “What do you think? Something a little private for my princess?”

  “Thank you,” I say. He probably has no idea how much I appreciate that he’s given me this modicum of privacy from the people around us. My heart doesn’t flutter so wildly now, my embarrassment ebbs away. I glance around the club with curiosity. “What band is playing?”

  “No Return,” he murmurs, his lips against my ear to make it easier for me to hear him. “They play rock.”

  “How did you know I like rock music?” I peer up at him. Why does he seem to get me so easily? Why does the fact that he does make my head light?

  “The first night I walked into The Den you were humming. I guess I recognized the song and it stuck with me. I figured you’d like this kind of music.”

  I can’t even remember what I was humming, but somehow he filed that moment away for later. It’s another touch of reality to this fantasy that makes me want it not to end. “I don’t think I’ve heard of them.”

  “They’re still small, but they’ve had a couple songs on the radio now.” He disentangles his arm from me, and gets up. “I’ll get us drinks.”

  I watch him saunter through the crowd like he owns the place, but at the same time there’s this air of invisibility to him. I know he’s told me this isn’t who he really is, this everyman, that his life is complicated. I’m intrigued by him, and the stories he won’t tell. I’m fascinated by the way he can manage to be so incredibly normal and yet he can’t hide that underneath he’s a man who’s used to being in control. People get out of his way, they move aside as he gets to the bar. People who are in line and barely have the time of day for each other seem to sense that he is important. Who is he when he’s not the man who wants me? Who is he that the only way he can feel free is to hide from the world in which he grew up?

  The band takes the stage at the same time he makes his way back to me. Handing me a pretty blue cocktail in a sugar rimmed champagne glass, he takes my other hand and tugs me toward the edge of the platform closest to the stage, where he wraps his arms around me. The band
is amazing. Their songs are emotion filled stories, but it’s Kai that somehow resonates with me. I don’t understand it. I’m not sure I want to, because it can’t be real, can it?

  Throughout the evening he fiddles with his phone. Intermittently. Short staccato beats of sensation, soft sparks that have my insides fluttering, long moments of pleasure while he holds onto me that keep my body on edge. My panties are soaked with how wet I am with constant arousal, and every cell in my body aches for a release he seems to have no intention of giving me. But the sweet torture is nothing compared to the intense desire in his dark gaze. I would do anything to have him stare at me the way he is.

  When the band takes a break, he has to take a phone call, so I head to the bar to get more drinks. With the vibrator off, I’m not as panicky about people knowing that I’m wearing it, and no one bothers with me. They’re too pumped from the music, too busy getting their own drinks or indulging in conversations to worry about some girl who’s never been important to anyone. At ease, I wait to shuffle closer to the bar.

  “Why don’t you jump in here?” the guy beside me says. He’s young, maybe a little younger than I am, and his hair falls across his blue eyes as he smiles. Baggy jeans and a No Return T-shirt paint him squarely as a fan of the band as he gestures at the spot in front of him.

  With a nod, I step into the space he makes. “Thank you.”

  “Do you come here often?” His voice comes a little too close to my ear. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

  “First time.” I took him up on his politeness, but he’s taken it as an invitation to have a conversation.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” the guy asks.

  Long, slow vibrations shoot through my core, a tumble of leisurely heat uncoiling with each quiver. Standing in the middle of the crowd, with this guy so close to me, my cheeks burn. God, I hope he can’t tell that I stiffen because of the sudden warmth inside me. I cross my arms over my chest to hide the way my nipples pucker with desire and blink measuredly in an effort to hide the onslaught of arousal. “I-I am.”