Page 96 of Kings & Queen

“At the end of the day, communication is key, malyshka. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. Do you think you could ask Alek to do the same? Break it down into categories. I like the way you did that. It makes me so relieved to know your expectations.”

Her cunt did a series of squeezes of my cock as Alek’s name left her lips. Dirty girl, clenching me while thinking of him. “I can do that. Now one more thing before I ask my last question.” I trailed my hands up her back and pushed her body upright so I could see her face.

“Okay, what is it?”

Her breath caught, and then her teeth appeared, worrying her bottom lip. Nervous energy coursed through me, matching her beat by beat. It was important that I get this right. With her, every negotiation was sacred, and if my previous use of those words caused her anguish in any way, I’d rather know now so I could make amends.

“It’s about one of the hard limits on your list. You mentioned no degradation.”

Her eyes held mine, wary but steady. Lifting my hand, I brushed my knuckles along her jaw, grounding her with touch. “I need to ask you to clarify because we’ve dabbled in it already. You’ve let me call you my dirty girl. Slut.” My voice dropped. “Even my dirty little whore.”

“No!” she exclaimed, stroking my cock with small movements of her body. “That’s why I tried to clarify it with the wordintense. With you…it doesn’t feel like an insult or that you are cutting me down. It doesn’t feel like a weapon.”

Relief threaded through me, enough to unwind the knots in my chest. “So you are okay with me—”

“Absolutely. I love being your dirty little whore,” she whispered, her mouth curved into the faintest smile.

I tipped my forehead to hers, letting the steam and closeness wrap around us.

“Thank you, that was beautifully done. Now it’s your turn. I want to know something you expect from me aside from monogamy, which, so you know, I’ve never been before.”

“Really? Like, ever?” she asked, pulling back to look me in the eye.

“Quite serious. I’ve always been the playboy—me and Sebastian both. It’s a running competition, you know. Or it was. I took two girls to the school formal and fucked a third before we even left. But shh, don’t tell my mother.”

She giggled. “I want to see pictures.”

Her mentioning monogamy caused a stark realization to hit me square in the chest. I hadn’t even entertained the idea of being with anyone else. Not since her. She lifted her hand, fingertips trailing through the steam between us.

A single drop of water clung to the edge of her perfectly manicured nail before slipping free, skimming down to land on my cheek. Her touch followed, gentle against my jaw, as if she needed to memorize the shape of me all over again.

“I don’t really have any other than what I listed. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’ll be leaving soon. It seemed silly for me to put together a list of things that won’t apply or be necessary. I don’t expect you’ll grow tired of me in two weeks’ time.”

“Kinsley,” I warned.

“I’m serious. How about we focus on something else instead?”

“Like?” I asked warily.

“Like I could tell you about the secret fantasies I have. Ones I’d love to find a way to fulfill in the time we have left. But if you’re adamant, the only expectation I may have would be to talk condoms,” she breathed.

“That one again, hmm?”

“Well, next week will either need to be condom week, or it’ll be legs-closed week. Because I’ll be very much fertile, and your little malyshka is not even close to being ready to be a single, unwed, on-the-run mother.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Seriously, the whole curse of Eve being like clockwork makes ovulation like clockwork as well. This pussy may belong to the Kings of London, but this womb is all mine.”

In that moment, I couldn’t help but find her utterly adorable. “I’m not sure I agree with that assessment. I mean, how can this pretty little cunt belong to us, but the beautiful parts inside that’ll safely grow my sons, daughters, nieces, and nephews not belong to us as well?” I traced her stomach and shoved my cock the rest of the way inside her.

Her fingers sank into my shoulders, nails biting just enough to make me hiss through my teeth. She moaned. The sound was low, guttural, with need curling through her voice. The sudden shift of her hips sent a wave spilling over the edge of the tub, water cascading to the floor in a warm rush.

“Don’t say things like that, please. I can’t handle it.”

“I mean it. I understand you’re not ready and totally respect that. But at some point, you need to understand how serious we are. Babies will be a part of your future. It doesn’t need to be today or next week, even, but it will happen.”