Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) by Rina Kent

“Your pleasure is visible on your face,” he murmurs at my ear, then slightly nibbles on the lobe. “Makes me want to fuck you until you scream the whole house down.”

Forcing my lips shut, I grab his hand that’s still resting on my thigh and sink my red nails into his flesh as hard as I can.

That doesn’t sway him. If anything, he brings the intensity up a notch. My thighs tremble and my stomach dips in preparation for the impact that’s brewing in the distance.

“The more you defy me, the more I will wrench pleasure out of you,” he rasps before pulling away to throw a piece of salmon into his mouth. He’s eating leisurely as if he’s not playing with me right now. I feel like the trapped mouse with no way out.

I don’t loosen my hold on his hand, because, at this moment, it’s my only anchor. It should be odd that Kyle is both my tormentor and my anchor, but he’s always been a few steps higher than the devil. He knows exactly which buttons to push and how to push them.

“You want more?” He leans in again while wearing a fake smile for the outside world. “Who knew you’d be quite the exhibitionist?”

“Shut up and s-stop it.” I try to scold, but it comes out like a needy moan.

“No can do, but here’s what I can do.” He licks my earlobe. “I can offer a hand.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Here?” He pretends to be astounded. “Your exhibitionist tendencies are more serious than I thought, Princess.”

He pulls away to eat nonchalantly while I’m fighting with the sparks that keep invading my body. I try focusing on the food, but my hand is too shaky to grab the spoon.

“How do you feel about becoming a grandfather, Igor?” Sergei asks.

I’m too dizzy to focus very well on facial expressions and body language, but I can tell Igor’s demeanor doesn’t change as he says, “Stella and I are ecstatic.”

His wife smiles by his side. Not sure if Kyle told them the truth or not, but either way, it doesn’t seem like they’re awfully happy about the news.

“Good, good.” Sergei takes a sip of his drink. “This house needs kids running around.”

“Weird, though.” Damien wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like a savage animal, his gaze falling on me. “I never thought Rai would be the maternal type.”

Everyone’s attention turns to me, and I curse internally. I can barely keep a straight face right now. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to talk, but at the same time, if I let Damien’s provocation slide, it’ll appear as a weakness.

I try gathering my bearings and swallowing a few times so my voice will come out somewhat normal.

“People change,” Kyle says casually.

“Apparently they do if she’s letting you talk on her behalf,” Damien shoots back.

“Well, he won’t have to kick your ass on my behalf,” I manage in a semi-calm tone, even though I’m burning up on the inside.

Some laugh and others snicker, but Kirill smirks at me. He fucking smirks as if he knows my deepest, darkest secret and is saving it for later use.

Everyone else goes back to their chitchat, and Kirill joins them a bit too late, after he finishes taunting me.

What the hell is he hiding?

I’m about to chance a glance at Vlad to see if he noticed anything when the vibration between my legs increases. My hand instinctively grips Kyle’s harder as I trap my lower lip between my teeth.

Is he really planning to have me come in front of everyone or something? My spine snaps into a line, and I can feel the tingles of the orgasm that’s about to sweep me under.

I jerk upright, my voice barely audible as I mutter, “Excuse me.”

The wait for Sergei’s nod feels like an eternity. As soon as he moves his head, I fly out of the dining room on shaky legs. I slap my hands over my mouth so I don’t release an embarrassing sound.

I continue running until I find a staff room and push the door open. After I’m inside, I sag against the wall. Just when the orgasm is about to hit me, the vibration decreases to a teasing level.

No, no. I need that release.

In the span of a few weeks, I’ve become so prone to the pleasure Kyle wrenches out of me. Even just now, in the midst of all those people, a twisted part of me wanted to come then and there.

I lift my dress up and pull my panties down before my fingers find the toy. I bite down on my lower lip as I slide the dildo out then push it back inside. My back flattens against the wall as the earlier sparks return.

They’re slow-building with every thrust in. My heart crashes against my ribcage, its rate pulsing in my ear in my attempts to muffle my voice.

The door of the supply room crashes all the way open and I yelp, pausing with the dildo halfway inside me.

Why didn’t I close the door? Just why?

Then when my eyes meet those dark blue ones, the reason hits me with the force of a thunderstorm.

Kyle is why I didn’t close it. Did I unconsciously hope for him to follow me or something?

He steps inside, his height blocking the outside world and the light when he closes the door and leans against it. “About that hand…”





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Kyle





A long time ago, when I was a kid and had to be raised among monsters, I was taught to never covet anything.