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Sneaky, sexy, dickhead. He’s been shopping in my store without me.

Pulling them apart, he orders, “Face your kings and queens.”

Proudly, I do. I’m nude except for my heels. Desire licks through me when I feel Nash’s erection, wet from my spit, pressing into my crevice.

“My queen likes to be a very dirty girl for me,” he taunts, reaching around, letting his hand hover over my breast before the pull of the magnetic balls snaps together, pinching my nipple so hard, I cry out.

“Don’t you love it, poison?”

“Yes,” I huff at the searing pain, edging into slick pleasure.

“Did you teach me about these? Do you know every kink that makes your king wild for you?”

“Yes,” I answer before the muffledclickof Nash pinching my other nipple between magnetic orbs, pain ripping to my fingertips, pleasure rushing my core.

I’m fighting to stand at the explosion of sensations radiating from the sweetest torture while he turns my chin, seeking my kiss. I gasp into his mouth while he rubs the last cold, metal pair over my mound.

“Do you want this, my poison?” Lust owns his voice. “Do you want every pleasure I can give my queen?”

“Please,” I beg over his lips.

“I want those.” I hear Wren sigh to Sire.

“Same, mon amour,” Delphine tells Grant in her raspy accent.

“They feel great on your cock, too,” Zar adds.

The queens approve of the pleasure our kings give us. It makes me wonder about their initiations. Who is Zar’s second king? Who is Delphine’s? Who is the woman kneeling for Axel? And why is the seventh throne sitting empty?

But my logic won’t work. It’s too pummeled by the electric shocks of pleasure radiating from my throbbing nipples.

“Kneel, my queen.” Nash lifts my hand like a lady as he guides me.

My knees sink into the soft platform. Then, Nash gently pushes my head down, making my cheek rest on the black leather, my sex once again exposed to the others, but this time … he kneels, too.

Like he’s praying at my altar, Nash kisses my clit, over and over, letting all watch his maddening skill of eating my pussy like a starving animal, to the point I’m willing to die just like this. Nash rules my cunt with his wet, velvet tongue; his slurping sounds proud and potent.

I’m moaning, relishing how he proudly fucks me with his tongue, too. The approving sighs of the women in the room are audible before a sudden, searing pinch of my clit makes me scream.

He uses the last set of orbs on me, the stinging pinch blinding. I can’t breathe until he laves his tongue over the magnets and my clit, soothing its pain into the most excruciating pleasure.

My thighs shake. My lips, too. “Oh, my god. Nash, please. Let me come.”

“My queen needs to come?” He licks my clasped nub, nerves I didn’t know I had lighting up my center. Tugging at my butt plug, too, he makes me groan, desperate and wild for him. I feel my pussy dripping over his lapping tongue. My body is clenching tight, ready to explode in release.“Does my queen want to come with my cock in her ass?”

“Yes,” I beg. “Please.”

But then he abandons me, leaving me panting before I realize he’s lifting the bench. Its top half opens, revealing it’s a lid—clever, Bratva brothers.From the hidden storage, he gets a condom and some lube before he returns, standing behind me.

“Say it again, my queen.” Reverently, his warm fingertips linger down my spine. “Say what you want me to do to you in front of my brothers.”

Jeez, don’t make me say it.

That was in the heat of pornographic passion. Yes, I want it, but Nash making me confess it to everyone makes me suddenly and ridiculously shy.

“Please,” I beg. “Please just do it.”

“No, my queen.” Nash lifts me by the throat, pulling my ear to his lips. “Always say what you demand of your king, and say it proud. You’re mine, and you’re powerful. Your desire knows no shame with us. We worship it. You have my love forever, Vale, so demand what you want from me.”

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