Chapter 35

Nikolai

It's been a week since I kissed Alyssa, and every day since, I've been bracing for King's wrath. I knew he'd punish me for finding her cuddled up next to me on the couch, but not like this.

Every night when King comes back from an assignment, whether she's asleep in her room or hanging out with me and Mason, he carries her into his room and fucks her like it's a goddamn ritual. And like the little addict he's turning her into, she loves it. It drives me fucking insane, knowing she's in there, getting her brains fucked out, and I'm not even allowed to watch.

Tonight, as soon as I hear the shower start, I make my move. I stride into King's room to confront him, but the second I see him, I know who's really in control. He's sprawled out against the headboard, the blanket barely covering his waist, looking like a fucking Greek god about to have his portrait painted.

His amber eyes lock onto mine, amusement dancing in them. "You're late," he drawls, his smirk widening. "Already mis