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"What the actual fuck are you doing in there, Jezebel?" Neo asked from the other room.

I laughed softly. After five months with the Kings, some things were as predictable as the sunrise and Neo being an impatient asshole was one of them.

I reached for the door. I didn't know what the future held, but tonight, locked away with the Kings?

It almost didn’t matter.

Almost.

Chapter47

Willa

They were waiting in boxer briefs when I emerged from the bathroom in the robe.

As if my night couldn't get any better.

Because if there was any present better than being wined and dined by three godlike men, it was being massaged by three godlike men in their underwear.

I dropped the robe and felt a thrill of satisfaction when their gazes feasted on my naked body. Like most girls, I had my insecurities. For one, I’d always thought my tits were a little too small for the size of my ass, my thighs a little too fleshy.

But the Kings made me feel beautiful and perfect. They’d never expressed anything but total delight at every aspect of my body and over the past few months it had worked to reverse some of my earlier insecurities.

Part of it was because it didn't matter anymore if anyone else liked my body: I literally only cared about the three men in this hotel suite.

But the other part was that I’d started to see myself through their eyes. Not as someone scared and weak with a moderately pretty face and mediocre body but as someone strong and powerful who was the most beautiful girl in the world to the only three men who mattered.

I was almost sure they would see the tiny tattoo above my left breast, but they'd turned out the lights, bathing the room in the glow of the candles flickering on every surface, and I climbed onto the bed and followed Neo’s orders to lay on my stomach.

I settled onto the mattress with a sigh and felt the drip of warm oil on my back, followed by the glorious slide of Rock’s hands on my shoulders.

I didn't know what Oscar and Neo were doing and I didn't care. I was ready to give myself over to their ministrations as the scent of crushed rose petals wafted into the room from under my naked body.

Rock’s hands moved down my spine in one fluid motion, pressing and rubbing in all the right spots. He used his thumbs to rub circles into my hips, then slid his hands all the way back up my spine.

The pressure was glorious and I moaned again as he reached my neck.

I was lost in sensation, the room dim, music playing softly from the living room, Rock's soft breathing mingled with mine.

He scooped some of the hair that had fallen across my neck, twisting it to move it aside, then stopped moving.

"What's this?" he asked, his fingers stroking the back of my neck.

Valentine's Day present number one: found.

"It's my Valentine's Day present to Oscar," I said.

"Drago," Rock said, "come look at this.”

I kept my eyes closed, suddenly feeling shy.

About the tattoos, not the fact that I was ass-naked and sprawled out on the bed in the presence of the Kings.

I felt the stroke of another finger, this time Oscar’s.

"Did you… did you get a tattoo of a camera for me?" he asked.

I opened my eyes and saw that his face was close to mine, shock and something else I couldn’t name in his eyes.

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