Page 39 of Royally Bad

“My brothers.” Scratching Mic’s ears, she set him down. “I’m not the youngest, I’m technically a few minutes older than Kain.”

Click-click-click went my brain. “Holy hell. You’retwins?”

Giggling, she flipped her hair and winked. Every bit of similarity the two shared shone back at me like a full moon. I’d thought it was just their blood, but after meeting the others, it should have been obvious. “I’m much better looking than him,” she said coyly.

In my opinion, Kain was grade-A dyno-mite delicious. Francesca was very beautiful as well, though. She had his long features, and he had her delicate eyelashes and fuller lips.

Lips that were perfect for kissing and touching and ...

Coughing softly, I marched toward the door before she could see my red neck. “Is there any chance I could borrow some clothes? I kind of don’t have anything with me.”

“Of course!” she gushed, chasing after me until she beat me up the stairs. Opening her bedroom, she grabbed my arm and yanked me in. “Ilovedressing people up! Gawd, you’ll look so hot when I’m done.”

“Oh, no, hot isn’t ... I just want to not be modeling a bathrobe or my pajamas.”

Shutting us into the room, she waggled her eyebrow at me. “Girl. Just you wait.” Heading to her giant closet, Francesca began throwing clothes onto the bed. Occasionally she’d mumble about how “this isn’t your color” or “nope, this is too slutty.”

My worries only grew when she threw a lacy pair of blue panties and a bra my way. They looked extremely expensive, and extremely sexy. But ... it was better than nothing, so I struggled into them.

As I tried on the tight black pants she’d handed me, I faced away from her. Clipping the button, I spun back and said, “These might be a bit tight—jeez!”

Francesca was as naked as a babe on its birthday. Blinking at me likeIwas acting crazy, she held up a white crop top next to her full-on bare breasts. “Do you think I need a bra with this?”

Covering my eyes, I peeked through my fingers. “Yes, yes, double yes.”

Sighing in a way that showed me exactly how her boobs could shake and shudder, Francesca dropped the shirt. Even if I hadn’t wanted to, I again saw the small tattoo of a crown across her upper ribs.

Now that I knew that she and Kain were twins, I was extra curious about the meaning behind their duplicate ink.

Turning away to hide my hot blush, I wriggled the pants to loosen them. “Hey, uh, can I ask something?”

“Sure thing.” I heard clothing rustle. “Hm. Maybe I can rock some cutoff jean shorts instead. It’s supposed to be warm out.”

Sliding the too-low-cut green tank top on, I adjusted the front. “That tattoo of yours.”Just say it!“Kain has one just like it.”

“Of course he does.” A zipper crunched. “We all do. Well ... everyone but my sister, I mean.”

I glanced at her—saw her bare ass—and looked away again. “Why do you all get them?”

“Daddy says it’s tradition. We do it when we turn eighteen to remind us of who we are.”

“What, rich as kings?” I asked, laughing.

“Almost.” She clicked something shut loudly. “We’re royalty.”

I spun around so fast that I knew I’d feel it in my neck for days. “Ex-fucking-scuse me?”

Dressed in jean shorts that showed off her excellent legs and a tight black top that hid her chest—thank goodness—she stared at me. “Did Kain not tell you?”

“Of course not! I—are you serious?”

Tugging her shirt lower, she eyeballed her floor-length mirror. “He usually tells it to every girl he likes. I figured that was how he got you into his bed.”

“That—I—bwah.” Stumbling over my words, I fought for what to say. “It’s not ... what you think.”

Her mouth shrank into a little pucker shape. “Gawd, I don’t care if you did anything with him. If anything, I have him to thank. If you weren’t still here the next morning, that dumb bitch Monica would have walked down the aisle with him instead.”

This was all too much. Sitting on the bed, I stared blankly at my feet.Kain is royalty? How is that possible?

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