Page 27 of His Queen

“I’ll see you tonight, husband.”

He kisses my forehead and brushes his thumb across my cheek as he pulls back. “Tonight it is.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

NICOLI

It’s beena while since I walked the halls of Myth at night. Lately, I’m only here during the day doing what needs to be done and taking care of business. There’s a reason I avoid this place after sunset—because it no longer feels right.

Over the years, we masterfully crafted a sinful sanctuary for all our vices. For a while, Club Myth was my escape. All the nights I spent here were painted in a carnal celebration. It felt good to come here, to play God in our self-made heaven. It was an outlet I desperately needed to keep the one woman I’ve always loved out of my head. I would fornicate and fuck my way through life for the slightest reprieve from my longing for Mirabella. Now that things have changed, and she sleeps in my bed wearing my wedding ring, it’s different. Now that I can have her whenever I want, however I want, I no longer need to spend countless hours here getting lost in the sin city the Dark Sovereign created.

As half-naked women strut around the club, tits and ass paraded everywhere, all I can think of is getting home to my wife so I can fuck her, and only her.

“I never thought I’d ever say this,” I start, blinking hard. “But all this tits and ass floating around is making me feel dirty, and not in a good way.”

Alexius smirks. “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“I have this overwhelming urge to rush back home, declare my undying love to my wife through a soppy poem, and then give her the world’s best apology fuck ever.”

“An apology fuck?”

“Yeah, you know,” I grab a glass of bourbon off a passing waiter’s tray, “sex where you give her so many orgasms, she’ll forget her name and the reason she’s furious with you in the first place.”

“And why would Mirabella be furious with you? She knows you’re here. She knows what kind of club this is.”

“Yeah, but I can’t help shake the feeling that I’m doing something wrong here.”

Alexius bursts out laughing. “Oh, how you’ve changed, brother. If I knew Mirabella would bring out the adult in you, I would have locked the two of you in a room a long time ago to sort your shit out.”

“How long are we supposed to stay here?” I ask as we walk straight to our private lounge.

“Not long. An hour or two. Maximo managed to get some extra security around here, so we’re just showing our faces.”

“Great.” A man dressed in a tuxedo comes strolling out of one of the private lounges, and not only do I question his choice of attire—fucking tuxedo at a sex club—but I find myself frowning at the older man because I know what he just did in that room with two girls. I also know he has a wife at home waiting for him while he fucks around here. God, what the fuck is happening to me?

I rub my palm down my face just as two more girls walk down the stairs. “Have there always been so many naked women around here? Because, brother, we need to curb this shit.”

“Why? Because you suddenly developed morals?”

“Firstly, that’s offensive.”

Alexius snickers.

“Secondly. You know what Dad always said. Too much of a good thing can make your balls shrivel up and die.”

“Dad never said that.”

I shrug. “It was something along those lines.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Hey, you have your childhood memories of our father, and I have mine.”

Alexius merely shakes his head and smirks. “Whatever. But luckily, we have two more brothers who love the sights around here. They’ll just have to take on more responsibility when it comes to Myth.”

“Too bad they can’t be showing their faces here tonight. By the way,” I stretch my arm out in front of him as I stop, “should we not talk about Caelian’s hunting fetish?”

“I don’t think it’s any of our business.”

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