I make a split second decision and add my hand on top of his, squeezing the heads of our cocks together. His eyes flutter and his mouth drops open, and a second later, I feel his cock curve and swell, and he pulses his seed all over my hand. I make sure to squeeze the head of his cock as he comes, elongating his orgasm. He groans and removes one hand, reaching out and digging his fingers into my thighs as his hips stutter.
“Jesus fuck,” I hiss, collapsing fully against the shower wall.
“Jesus fuck,” he repeats, smirking. “Guess I should clean us up then?”
I nod, still unable to fully form words yet.
He drags us both under the stream of the shower, and I start to lather my hair with shampoo. I close my eyes and let the suds wash me off, and when I open my eyes, Alex is watching me with an open expression.
“What?” I ask, smirking.
“Nothing. I’m just glad it’s you.”
My brows furrow as I run my hands through my hair to get the last of the shampoo out. “What do you mean?”
“The order. The Princes. I’m glad you’re in this with me. I’m glad it’s you.”
I’m still smiling when he hands me a warm towel a few minutes later.
CHAPTER 28
Lottie
“You look nice,” Max says, startling me.
I hold a hand over my chest and laugh. “Good god. My heart is racing.” He smirks as he watches me from his place leaning against the frame of my bedroom door. He’s wearing a three-piece navy suit and a silver tie that matches my dress perfectly. His wavy hair is slicked back, and his eyes search me through his glasses.
Now my heart is racing for an entirely different reason…
I clear my throat. “You look nice, too,” I tell him as I insert the second diamond earring.
Watching him through the mirror, he pushes off the doorframe and saunters over to where I’m standing. My dress is made of silver sequins, and the material clings to my body perfectly. Stopping behind me, he runs a hand down my back as he watches me in the mirror, and when his hand skims my arse, I inhale sharply. He slides between my thighs, feeling for my gun holster. Then his other hand comes around the front of my dress and dips between my breasts, feeling for my knife.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I scoff. “As if I’d go to an event like this unarmed.”
“Are you worried?”
I shrug as I smooth my hair, which is pulled to one side with a diamond comb. “Yes and no. I feel loads more prepared this time versus our first event with Quinn,” I start, my throat catching when I think of her. “But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that we can never feel complacent, because that’s when someone will strike.”
His hands smooth over my abdomen, and I lean my head back against his chest.
The two of us will be attending the formal dinner in London together, and since Max is royalty, he’ll be expected there.
Otto and Alex will also be in attendance, and Lachlan will be monitoring the mics in the van.
“Do you have it?” I ask.
He pulls out a silver container and shakes it, indicating the tasteless, scentless poison. I’m also carrying a syringe and needle in my holster in case it’s easier to go that route.
We have our targets.
We have one goal.
Eliminate Citadel–all of whom will be in attendance tonight. It is, after all, a far-right dinner event. I just have to hope that no one asks questions about Maximillian Thorn’s arm candy. As far as we had known, Citadel has no idea who the new Lords and Ladies are. No one knows our new name, as we’ve chosen to keep it secret until we take over the order in a couple of months. We’ve been careful to keep things under wraps. But Charlie’s appearance earlier threw all of us for a loop.
He isn’t supposed to know who I am.
