Page 33 of King of Desire (Kings of Las Vegas #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Honeyeh

I spin at the voice, Triston’s brother Win is just behind me. I gasp, taking a step back so that my back presses to Triston’s.

His free hand comes to my hip.

Win’s eyes take in every detail, his gaze stopping on the ring on my finger. His lips press together, before he looks over Triston’s shoulder to Dimitri. “He set Honeyeh up to get to you?”

“That’s right, big brother.” Triston says, his fingers tightening on my hip. “How long have you been listening?”

“Long enough to see your woman put herself between you and a loaded gun.”

“And you didn’t help me sooner?”

“You’ve got it under control,” Win crosses his arms. “As usual.”

Triston gives a single jerk of his chin. “Dimitri and I were just discussing closing the deal.”

“I’ll sell you the casinos. But I’m not leaving Vegas.”

“I’m the one holding the gun,” Triston bites back.

“I know Mason is the one who wants me gone. Complete dominance, that’s his game. Which means, at some point, he’ll come for you too.”

Mason? I feel Triston stiffen. Does he believe these words? “What are you proposing?”

“I sell you the casinos for a song, and you…” he points back at Triston, “create a connection with my family like you have with the Kincaids.”

I look at Win in confusion. What does he mean? But Win doesn’t look back at me, his eyes going wide. “It’s a good idea,” Win answers, “the British have always used marriage to make our ties stronger.”

I gasp as I understand. Dimitri is proposing that Triston marry someone from his family?

Tears mist my eyes as I look down at the ring on my finger. This is the moment that Triston has been fighting for, for the sake of his family.

“Shut up, Win, and call Mason. Now.”

I blink in surprise. Triston doesn’t sound happy or victorious. The only emotion coloring his words are anger. “Triston,” I whisper, a tear falling down my cheek as my voice breaks. I somehow knew he was never going to be mine.

He squeezes my hip. “Upstairs, Honeyeh. Check on Darius.”

“I’m fine,” Darius calls from the top of the stairs. “Was that a gunshot?”

My brother’s voice pulls me from my pity party. “Get in your room!” I yell and then I push off Triston, passing Win to use the other stairs. I’m not going by Dimitri.

But I’ve only made it halfway up the stairs, before more tears start to fall. Triston told me he’d leave my life better than he found it. I know he will.

Darius will have his surgery. I feel it in my bones.

But I’m not sure I’m getting my happily ever after. No matter how much I wanted Triston to be mine, he’d be a fool not to take the deal. It’s what he’s always wanted and what do I have to give him?

Nothing but my heart and a whole parcel of problems.

I reach the top of the stairs and Darius is standing in the hall, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts, his shoulders hunched.

I don’t say a word as I cross to him, wrapping my arms around his thin body. He hugs me back. “Don’t worry, Honeyeh. It’s going to be fine.”

I shake my head. “Come on.” I pull him toward Triston’s room. My fiancé is downstairs planning his wedding to another woman. I’m not sure it’s ever going to be fine again.

For the next two hours, the house is silent. I know Win, Dimitri, and Triston are all still here. I’d hear the front door if one of them left.

My brother falls asleep at some point, and I marvel at his ability to sleep anytime, anywhere.

I try to tell myself that as long as he’s all right, I’ve won. And I do feel that way. But my heart is about to break, I just know it. I’m a barista. A maid.

I cover my mouth with my hand, determined not to cry, not to make noise.

I slide down onto the floor, my back against the side of the bed. I wrap my arms around myself, the tension so tight inside my chest, I think I might snap.

That’s when the door opens and Triston appears.

I shoot to my feet, the blood rushing from my head, as I swallow down a lump of fear.

Triston is by my side in a second, his arms around me, “Sweetheart.”

The sob I’ve been holding in threatens to break from my lips, as I wrap my arms around his neck. I know I’m only making it worse, holding onto him for comfort, but I just need to borrow a bit of strength before I learn the truth.

I press my cheek to his bare chest and close my eyes. I can’t even bring myself to ask the question.

“Just a warning, the house is about to get very busy.”

“What’s that mean?” I tip my head back, confusion trumping every other emotion.

“Ryker, Rush, and Win are all staying. Killian and Gris will disappear with their brides to keep our family diversified and their women safe.”

My brow furrows. “Safe?”

“We made a deal with Dimitri, but who knows if he can be trusted. And Mason is furious…”

My knees grow weak and my throat burns. “You made the deal.”

He’s looking down at me, but I can’t see his expression through the mist clouding my eyes.

“I think Win’s a fool, but yes. We made it.”

I don’t understand what he means as I step back, my stomach churning with nausea.

I reach for my finger, pulling the ring from my finger.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his hands covering mine.

My eyes clear as I snap my chin up to look at him. “Giving you the ring back.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I shake my head. “You made the deal. You’re marrying?—”

He squeezes my hand before he opens my fingers back up, takes the ring, and puts it back on my finger. “I’m marrying you, Honeyeh.”

I stare, my mouth agape. “But…”

“You are the exception to my rule. You really think I’d marry some random woman after I waited so long to find you?” he snorts. “I’m only marrying you because you’re exceptional. The deal could fuck off, for all I care. This was my brother’s choice.”

“The deal could fuck off…I thought it was what you wanted. What you’ve been working for.”

“I want to work. To be productive. To work with and for my family. But I’m doing so with joy from here on out, and honestly, not at the expense of my happiness. And not yours either.”

Bubbles of hope start to rise in my chest. “But the casinos. You’ve spent years...”

He shrugs. “Turns out, I want you far more than I want them.” And then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, lifting me off the floor.

I’m crying again, but these are happy tears. A million questions fill my thoughts, but I hold them off, the feel of his mouth like a balm to my bruised heart.

“Oh God, are you two kissing again?” Darius snorts, pushing up from the bed.

“My brothers are staying,” Triston says as he lifts his head. “Rush, in particular, loves racing games. You should ask him to teach you some moves.”

Darius pumps his fist in the air as he moves from the bed. “Is it cool to go to my room now?”

“It’s cool,” Triston says with a nod. “Though, tomorrow, a new security system is getting installed, one we’ll all have to learn.”

Darius grins. “Does that mean we’re staying for a while?”

“You’re staying,” Triston answers. I hug him tightly, my forehead falling to his chest. Because here is exactly where I want to be.

Win pokes his head into the room. “I’ll keep an eye out and let Rush and Ryker in the house when they arrive.”

“Thanks,” Triston replies but I lift my head, my brow furrowing.

“Wait.”

Win stops, turning toward me as I look from him to Triston. “If we’re still getting married…who is marrying…” I don’t even know who the woman is to Dimitri.

“That is a conversation for another day,” Triston says, pulling me toward the bathroom.

“Welcome to the family,” Win calls as he leaves the doorway.

“Why does your brother like me now? He didn’t before.”

Triston pulls me into the bathroom. “I think he might have thought you were in league with Dimitri or that you were using me to help your brother.”

I scoff, but I hardly have time to be offended as he spins me around, his hands on my stomach as he kisses the back of my neck.

Our bodies come together, his stiff cock pressing in between my butt cheeks as he sucks at my skin.

“I would never,” I gasp as his teeth graze the muscle that connects my shoulder to my neck.

His hand slides down in my shorts, brushing over my already-slick folds. “I know that, my love. He pulls his hand out, just to unbutton the shorts, shucking them off my body right along with the bathing suit bottoms.

With a few quick tugs, he’s got my top off as well. I turn to see myself naked, Triston’s large hands roving over my body before he settles one of his hands between my legs. It’s so hot to watch him touch me and even more amazing when the pad of his thumb presses on my clit.

I arch into the touch, my head falling back as my eyes close. He rubs me just where I need it, but only for a moment and then his hand disappears again. I cry out, wanting his touch.

“Honeyeh.”

My eyes snap open and I meet his gaze in the mirror, it’s filled with the sort of intensity that steals my breath.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he moves me toward the mirror. When he sets me down, I instinctively reach for the frame, catching myself as he tips me forward. His shorts only make it to his thighs, before he lifts one of my legs, the head of his cock parting my folds before it slides inside me.

I see it all in the mirror and I gasp to watch the way he disappears inside me. “You are never to put yourself in front of me like that again, do you understand me?” He growls as he wraps a fist in my hair, pulling my head back to expose more of my neck in the mirror.

“What’s my job, then,” I moan as he bottoms out inside me.

He holds us like this, me filled with his cock. “This is your job,” and then he swirls his hips. “Making this place a home, that’s your job. Taking care of Darius. Going to school, that can be your job too, if that’s what you want.”

He pulls out again, only to slam into me and I cry out it feels so good. “But the dangers this life brings, Honeyeh, those are mine alone.”

His other hand circles my waist, keeping my body in his control as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

“But I love you,” I cry. His answers by folding over my back, kissing just below my ear.

“I know, baby. And that matters. But I never want to see you at the business end of a pistol again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I’m rewarded when his hand leaves my hair, and slides down my front, tweaking one of my nipples before he runs his hand over my belly and then settles it between my lips again.

When he tweaks my clit, I scream, the feeling so strong, I nearly cum.

And then he sets a punishing pace, setting my body on fire, until I’m sure I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces.

We climb higher and higher, the sight of Triston’s rippling muscles in the mirror only making me that much hotter as I clamp down on him, crying out his name.

And I then I break.

He pumps into me a couple more times and he cums too, letting out a roar that shakes the house as he does.

I collapse against the mirror, instantly fogging the glass.

He presses to my back, kissing a trail along my shoulder. “Jesus, Honeyeh.”

“I know,” I close my eyes and enjoy the cool feeling of the mirror and his warmth at my back.

It takes a minute for both of us to recover, but Triston finally pulls me into his arms and carries me into the shower.

I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.

“Is Dimitri a problem that’s been solved?” I ask.

He turns on the water. “Yes. We won’t have that kind of disruption again, I promise.”

I wave my hand. Honestly, I’ll take Triston’s problems over the ones I was facing before. “I trust you.”

He kisses my forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” I tip my head back and he leans down to kiss my lips as the warm water hits my skin.

I am definitely right where I am meant to be.