Page 21 of Depraved Royals

The room is not entirely dark. Everything looks indigo except when the moonlight filters through the thin drapes, throwing silvery highlights onto the furniture.

I heard the doctor come and go. He wasn’t here long, so I assume Dani is doing okay.

My cock swells at the thought of her in her bed, warm, safe, and waiting for me. She’s only alive because I rescued her.

I wonder if she’s grateful.

Thank you, Kal, she gasped as she came. God, I wanna make her come again. I want to reduce her to a quivering, needful mess, good for nothing until she gets her fill of my cock.

Like most bad people, I can sniff out weaknesses in others and use them to get what I want. And when she leaned back on my sofa and asked me if I wanted to fuck her, I learned something important.

Dani’s weakness isme. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I get out of bed and make my way across the bedroom, feeling my way carefully and listening out for squeaky floorboards. I make no sound, and I’m outside Dani’s door within a minute.

A lock. And not just any lock - it’s a panic room setup, a keypad interface with numbers. I’ve seen this style before, and Dani can open it from the inside unless someone outside locks her in.

A red light blinks in the darkness, letting me know I’m going no further.

The numbers glow, mocking me. There are ten thousand combinations to be made with digits zero through nine, and that’s if she only used the minimum of four to make up her code.

I close my eyes and think.

Dani isn’t protecting a bank vault. It’s just her bedroom. And the override hasn’t been activated, so her parents can get in, meaning it must be a codetheycan remember too.

I try to visualize the numbers beside Dani’s face. The passport photo, and right there, her date of birth. I remember it because the date is less than a week from now.

It’s the stupidest, most obvious choice for a passcode. These idiot Pushkins never considered the possibility that someone other than Dani’s family might try to get in her room and might know her fucking birthday.

The digits come to me in a flash, and I don’t waste time second-guessing myself. I’m decisive, and I trust my instincts. I tap the keypad, and the red light turns green.

Bingo.

I ease the door open and wince, waiting for a creak, but there’s nothing. I enter the room and close the door behind me.

The room is lit by a Himalayan salt lamp, which emits a warm orange glow on the bedside table. In bed, Dani is sleeping.

I move to the foot of the bed and watch her for a while.

The graze on her cheek is covered with a gauze square, held in place with surgical tape. Her hair is clean and braided to keep it off her face.

The sight of her injured face makes me seethe. I don’t know where that’s coming from, but I want to find Simeon and break his jaw for what he did, even though it was my idea.

My half-brother must have used a shit-ton of gasoline to make the place go up like that. Even accounting for all that open space and the sprinkler system being sabotaged, it caught like kindling. I had to run like hell back down the fire exit to escape the traveling flames, and it was fucking hard work to do that while carrying an unconscious woman.

I can never truly be sure that Simeon won’t kill me if he gets the chance. Vera too. The only thing that stops them is fear of Idina’s reaction. But when I’m running the Pushkin Bratva, all of them will bow to me, my mother included.

Dani stirs and slides one long leg out from beneath the sheets. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her flawless ivory skin, pale despite the orange light.

My cock is throbbing in my sweatpants, and I grasp it through the fabric. I want to jerk off right here, marking her with my come and claiming her as mine.

I sit on the edge of the bed and trail my finger along Dani’s thigh. She whimpers, but her eyes remain closed. She rolls onto her back and parts her legs a little, and as the bed linen shifts, I see that she’s only wearing panties and a camisole.

My common sense sounds klaxons, rings bells, anything to get my attention, but it’s all in vain.

Don’t do it. If she wakes up, she’ll scream the house down, and you’ll get murdered.

I lean down and reach into the dark valley between Dani’s thighs, finding the softness of her panties. Her pussy is warm beneath the fabric, and as I press my thumb between her pussy lips, she moves her hips and moans.