Arranged love

The red-hot burn mark in the shape of a cross on George’s bare chest tells me they still don’t fuck around.

He ignores my question once again. “Come here,” he orders, and I stiffen. “I said come here!”

My heavy feet take slow and small steps over to him. When I get close enough, he yanks on my arm, pulling me in front of him. His hands run up my thighs, and I shudder, swallowing the vomit that begins to rise. I only had two drinks. I’m going to need a few more before I can do this.

He stands and whispers in my ear. “You’re supposed to be my little slut.”

I turn my face away from him, and he grips my hair and yanks my head back. A cry is ripped from my lips. “Please …”

“Did he fuck this mouth?” He runs his fingers over my trembling lips. “Tell me,” he orders.

“Yes,” I whimper as tears run down my face.

“And what about this pussy?” He drops his hand to cup me between my legs, and I close my eyes as he rubs me over the fabric.

“Yes.” My voice is barely audible.

“And your ass?” he continues. “Did he fuck that tight ass?”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“George …”

He slaps me across the face again. Thankfully, he’s weak at the moment and can’t hit very hard. “What did I tell you to call me?” he growls.

I swallow the bile that threatens to come up, and answer softly, “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he coos. “Now … did he fuck that ass?”

I nod as a sob breaks through. There was nowhere on my body that Bones did not touch. He had a way of making me want things from him. Sinful things.

He shoves me to the floor. “Pathetic,” he sneers.

He plops down in his seat and stares down at me on the floor. Then a smile spreads across his face as he leans forward. “Go home and get some rest. I’ll be there first thing in the morning to pick you up. We’re going out.”

“Where are we going?” If I wasn’t so pissed off at the Kings, I would thank them for saving me from a night with George.

“You need a new dress, darling.” He reaches out, and I flinch when he runs his hand through my hair. “You need to look your best.”

“For what?”

He cups my cheek he just slapped. My salty tears burn the tender flesh. “You, my dear, are gonna pay my debt.”

TITAN

I sit at the kitchen table in our suite at Kingdom. There are times we don’t get the chance to go home, so we all share the entire fiftieth floor, The Royal floor. Our fathers may have once owned Kingdom, but we have done a lot of remodeling over the years. It has over eight thousand square feet for all of us. We have the roof to ourselves along with a pool, hot tub, and private bar. Not to mention our gym, bowling alley, and theater. It also has a locker room and a massage parlor. We have our own staff twenty-four seven. Most of us live here more than at our houses. When your business never sleeps, neither do you.

I look up when I see Bones enter the suite. He had an early meeting this morning with Luca. Walking over, he plops down across from me at a table that can fit ten guests. “May I help you?” I ask, picking up the cup of coffee in front of me.

“Busy?” He quirks a brow.

I take a drink and sit back. “What do you want, Bones?” I’m not in the mood to play games with him today. He needs to get to the point and quick.

“I got a call from George.”

“And?”

“You were right. He wants to trade Emilee.”

I snort. “No woman is worth five hundred grand.”

He crosses his arms over his chest.

“You can’t be serious.” I sigh. “You want her?” Didn’t he get enough of her in high school and college?

“No.” He nods to me. “But you can have her.”

“What the hell am I gonna do with her?” She was a bitch and a total prude. Well, for anyone but Bones. He kept her legs spread twenty-four seven. If she wasn’t sucking his dick, he was fucking her cunt or ass. After he quit using her, it was like she never even existed. He was a fucking idiot.

His eyes slide to the double French doors that are open to my personal suite. A redhead and a blonde are tangled in the white crisp sheets. Both passed out. Their clothes from this morning scattered across the floor. They were waiting on me in the lobby when we arrived back at Kingdom. “You can think of a few things.” His eyes come back on mine.

I shake my head. “She’s not into what I like.”

He runs his tatted fingers over his chin. “She had a pretty open mind back then.”

I roll my eyes. “He abuses her.”

He frowns. “How do you know?”

“I watched him slap her.” I take another drink. “After you all walked out. He knocked her around. Because she had slept with you.” I still can’t figure out why the one was so concerned about the other.

He runs a hand through his slicked back hair, thinking over my words. Would he have stopped George if he had seen it? Doubtful. He almost made her pass out with his hand around her throat. And I couldn’t show weakness toward her and intervene. George would have used that to his advantage, but it seems he’s going to try anyway.

“I don’t have time to help a broken woman.” I shake my head. “And we can’t take something that someone doesn’t have.” George is a problem. But not one that we can solve on our own.

He opens his mouth, but his phone rings in his pocket. “Hello?” Pause. “What is it, Nigel? Yeah.” His eyes meet mine. “We’ll be right there.” He hangs up. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Seems Emilee has come to us.”

Fuck!