“You will not,” I exclaimed, while Marcus chuckled.
“Excuse me? You’ll tread carefully,” Alek warned, his blue eyes like shards of ice.
“Boss, I took the liberty and had an extensive talk with Mr. Dulaine. He will only choreograph solo dances going forward.” Marcus smiled in the rearview mirror.
“Wonderful. I so should have run away with Pasha,” I mumbled as all of them laughed.
“What makes you think we’d allow you to dance with him? Especially given his babies were the ones you were probably rambling about.”
“I’m telling you this right here, right now. If I ever see Pasha again, it will end up with us dancing. It will be something like you’ve never seen before, and no one will stop me.”
“So fierce. I guess it’s a good thing he’s on tour now, isn’t it?”
“Why are you being so hateful? It’s just dancing. I’ll have you know, neither Mr. Dulaine nor Pasha would ever tell me to slap my pussy.” I sneered at Ivan.
“Is that what upset you? I thought it was me calling her a cock-craving whore,” Ivan said with a straight face. I wanted to punch him.
“I’m not talking to you anymore,” I huffed.
“We’ll see about that.” His words came out as a warning right before his hand snaked over and pushed the slit of the dress aside. He found the blade and pulled the dress up the rest of the way.
“Damn, that’s sexy as hell.” He fingered the outline of the blade, and my breath caught in my throat before I pushed his hand away.
“Are you going to manhandle me once more and then leave me wanting again? Did you leave your cock-craving whore wanting as well, or was she deserving enough of your blade?”
He gripped my thigh hard, causing me to yelp. “Tone,” he hissed, his hand moving closer to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I choked.
“Not manhandling you, that’s for sure. I’d never do that, my little warrior. Especially while you’re wearing my blade.”
“Ivan, stop,” I breathed as he rubbed my clit over my panties.
“Baby girl, you know the rules. Use your safeword,” Nik said. I flicked my eyes to him, and he was staring at Ivan’s hand. Why did the look on his face make my pussy throb?
I moaned as butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I moved my hand away. If he wanted to play, no way was I going to stop him. But as quickly as he started, he stopped, then pulled my dress down.
“Yup, going to leave me wanting.”
My stomach did a reversal and dropped as we pulled up to a mansion. It was nestled in the coveted area of Mt. Baker on an oversized street on the water. A footman stood waiting, and I was grateful when Marcus squeezed my hand as he helped me from the car.
“Don’t be nervous. They’re amazing people,” he whispered.
I nodded, meeting his gaze, and he winked. We were ushered in, and Mrs. King greeted us. I hadn’t paid much attention on the night of the gala, but standing before me, she was stunning, tall, elegant, and so beautiful.
But it wasn’t her alone that caught my attention. No, standing to her right, looking poised and smug as ever, was Jenna, Alisha, and the cock-craving whore, Allison.
“Mother?” Alek’s voice was filled with tension.
I swallowed hard, looking at each of the guys. Did they know? Was this planned? Were they trying to send me a message? My heart hammered away in my chest. Something in their facial expressions made me believe it wasn’t. I should have taken comfort in that, but then Mrs. King spoke.
“Surprise! Now, before you get all bent out of shape, I ran into Jenna earlier today and asked her to join us.”
“Kinsley, you remember my mother, Sophia.” Alek reintroduced us.
“Yes, it’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. King,” I said, finding my voice.
Her eyes were the same emerald green that Nik’s were. They intently studied me, taking me in. My cheeks burned, and I struggled to look at her. After all, she’d seen me straddling one of her sons.
