Page 55 of Starborn Husbands

Okay, that almost makes me glow. He must be holding back too. “First of all, I have a magic dick.”

“You do. What else?”

“You don’t want the good guy, Gem.” I don’t fall into the bad guy category, but I’ll never be Mr. Wholesome. That prince was wholesome, despite what it looked like. If given the chance, Gem would have that guy doing his bidding.

I worship the fuck out of Gem, but I don’t do his bidding.

“You want someone to keep you in line. You want an untamed beast.” I smirk. I fucking know him.

He toys with the collar of my shirt. “You sometimes do what I want you to do.”

Coy motherfucker. My lips hitch into a half smile. “When I damn well feel like it. Now, c’mon.” The forest echoes with the sound of my palm connecting with his ass. “You’re gonna wash my jacket, and I’m gonna watch, enjoying how soiled and ruined you are as you take care of me, baby. While it dries, you get to service my cock as yours weeps between your cum-crusted legs. Then I’ll spank you until you cry.”

The careful breath he takes gives him away, but I smell the damn spike in his arousal anyway. He’d probably like to deny it just now, but it’ll only confirm the effect I’m having on him.You don’t let on to a sadist that you’re suffering, or he’ll twist the knife harder.

Him with that Godsdamn lip again. Biting it. One day soon I’ll be able to gnaw on that lip all I want. Make it red and swollen. Always leave him looking freshly debauched. Gem’ll never go another minute in his life without a visible mark of my ownership on him.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Treyu

Ihave many regrets in my life. I’m living one of them now, as I come to. Even with my star powers locked behind the bracelet, I heal better than I did on Earth, and both my eyes can open now. I still feel like hell, though, and my mood is so dark that Zhang might want to consider breaking the house alcohol rule just to lighten me up.

Zhang sets a tray on the table beside me. It’s strange to see him so domestic and without his jacket—that’s going to weird me out for a while. He’s changed from the Henley, though, and into something more princely—a loose white silk blouse with a low neck.

I randomly remember he’s (kind of) a virgin.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“No, look. I respect the choices of others—I do—but you need to get some practice before wedding night.” In my head, “wedding night” is replaced with doomsday. “I don’t want to teach you about sex. The virgin trope is not my thing. I want someone with experience.”

His expression darkens. “I know what I’m doing.”

I groan. This man is impossible.

“Do you think you could eat?” he asks.

I remember the puking when I was delirious with pain. My lips twist about that as I say, “Yes,” to food. He raises a brow. “I puked on you. Oh, Gods, I whined and I … wait, what did I agree to?”

“There was nothing you agreed to. I outlined the rules, which I will outline again before you leave this room. They are reasonable and therefore non-negotiable.”

“I remember the rules,” I mutter. Unfortunately, they are reasonable. They’re downright standard. I know I’m being a brat and brats complain about rules just to complain. “You, uh, you must know I’m a brat, right?”

I’ve only admitted that out loud to one boyfriend. Not that I’m claiming Zhang as a boyfriend, or my anything, but as much as I don’t like it, he will be a partner and he needs to know that.

“Believe me, I know.”

“Then you will consider that when, uh, dealing with me?” I have no right to ask. I wouldn’t be nearly as generous were the tables turned, but I’m also far less righteous than Zhang is. I’m going to use his righteousness against him.

His face cracks into a wide smile, but it’s not the smile I want to get from him. It holds all the promise of delight he’ll have “dealing” with me. “I know exactly how to deal with brats,babe.”

I consider vetoing that word, but then I won’t be able to use it. Instead, I groan. Yes, again.

“C’mon. Sit up, eat, and I’ll fetch what I brought you.”

“You’re lucky I’m in support of bribery, Centaurus.”

He places the tray to sit over me as I peel from the cozy haven I burrowed into for the night. The savory aroma of homemade stew and fresh buttered bread hits my nostrils, and I’m in love.