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“It’s not manipulation if you’ve given me blanket consent over you, to do with you as I please. And it pleases me to have you come home with me tonight. Need I remind you that you have given yourself to us fully in all ways? Those wereyourwords, not ours. Tell me, did you speak falsely?”

“No, Master.” Her voice broke on that last emotion-filled word. Goose bumps erupted across my arms as she instantly responded to the tone of my voice without a single moment of hesitation. Her fucking ability to perceive at a moment’s notice drove me insane.

“Change your mind?” I challenged in the same tone.

“No, Master.” Her face fell, and she focused her gaze on the floor.

“Then why are we voting on either of these things?” I softened my tone as I added, “Go pack.”

Her head snapped up. Sighing, she leaned in and kissed Nik’s lips, sucking on his bottom one as he groaned. Then she stood and hugged him. Next, she moved to Ivan and did the same thing. She turned to me and, sweet as could be, snuggled into my body, shaking as I nuzzled her neck.

“I love you with my whole heart. It would be my greatest honor to bear a King’s son or daughter in a different world, but we don’t live in that world. I wish to god we did. But I’m staying with your parents for my sanity.” She gazed deep into my soul, searing me almost with her statement.

Her words gave birth to a newfound determination. I would make sure she got her wish. She would bear my sons or daughters. My cock stiffened just thinking about it.

In her eyes, I saw hints of the woman I first met in Seattle before the gala, before game night and the fire. Her resolve was strong, and the tilt of her chin showed that air of stubbornness underneath. It was now in full effect. I took a deep breath as she pulled away from me.

She moved to Marcel and hugged him around the stomach. “Thank you for coming with Bash. I’ll see you tomorrow for our session.”

“You did magnificent. Good girl, I’m proud of you.” He tilted her face up to his, and she beamed.

She shakily stood in front of Sebastian. He grabbed her tightly in his arms as she cried into his chest.

“I apologize for earlier. You know you’re special to me. I meant no offense. Thank you for everything. I’ll make you some cookies later this week.”

“No worries, tiny tot. We’re both still learning.”

She snuggled into him briefly before letting go. Without another word, she left the five of us sitting there without a clue of what to do. The little shit had indeed called my bluff. I raked a hand through my hair.

“This is your fault.” I glared at the guys.

Chapter 51

Kinsley

Lap Time

Days Later

Their dedication to their motto “All for one, and one for all” became clear the following week. My three Kings banded together and informed me they would not be coming over. They wanted me home and wouldn’t settle for anything less. As resolute as they were, so was I.

My days were spent dancing with Pasha or reading in the library, which is where Christopher found me. I noted a hint of sadness in his demeanor lately. Ever since the session I had with Marcel, he and Sophia were being extra careful with me.

“Hey, it looks like you found something.” He gestured to the book in my hands.

“Yes, thank you. It’s keeping me somewhat occupied,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip.

“Should we be expecting one of my sons this evening?” he asked, probing for information. We hadn’t talked much about them not coming over, so I wasn’t surprised by his question.

“Not likely. They like to accuse me of being stubborn, so what’s a girl to do but stand her ground?” I laughed at the confused look on his face. It made me think maybe the guys hadn’t confessed to them what was going on.

“Since Ivan and I made up, they wanted me to move back home with them. I said no. Leaving isn’t going to be easy, and being here gives me time to adjust to not having them around so much. I’ll be better prepared when I have to go,” I offered.

A dawning of understanding bloomed across his face. “I see. That makes sense. So I suppose that means dessert is off the table?” He grinned.

I looked at my watch. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Brownies sound good!”