Ruthless King

Hmm.

A ruler. A lord. A dictator.

A king.

Victor was right. That’s who he was. Her sexy, gorgeous, powerful, ruthless king.

And who are you? The pauper he shelters?

“It still makes me furiously possessive thinking of you dancing for them. When you should only ever dance for me.”

Ooh. That would be hot. Maybe she could be a belly dancer . . . come to seduce the sexy sheik.

Yeah. She could get behind that.

“Not that you will be dancing for anyone else since I’ve forbidden it.”

There went that word again. She’d told him she didn’t want to strip. But she also shouldn’t let Regent think he could get away with expecting her to just obey him.

He needed some humbling sometimes.

Oh! Perhaps that was her role. To keep his ego from getting out of control.

It was a tough job.

But somebody had to do it.

“I was pretty good at it, though. There will be a lot of upset customers when I don’t turn up. Perhaps I should work out my notice.”

That might not have been the hill to push him on. But she’d done it now. She attempted to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking alarmed.

“Wrong? What do you mean?”

“You started to squint and twitch your nose.”

“Oh. I was trying to mimic that look you usually give me. That arrogant one where you raise an eyebrow and expect people around you to instantly do what you say.”

“Oh, like this?”

She sighed at the ease with which he pulled that look off.

“Yes. Just like that.”

He narrowed his gaze. “I’m not sure what reason you’d have to antagonize me, but you are this close to going over my knee again right now.” He held up his finger and thumb.

Yikes.

That was close.

“If you even attempt to dance at Sexy Sins or any other strip club again, I will beat your butt every night for a week. Do you hear me?”

“I think I’d be using my safeword after the first night.”

“Do you think so? Because I can get far more creative with my punishments. Besides, you don’t have a safeword. I’m not a Dom.”

“It kind of feels like I should have one.”