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CAPSULE TWO
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"Bedtime, Riki."
Balled fists. "Don't fucking speak to me like that."
Iason strolls onto balcony. "Like what?" Knowing smirk.
"Stop bloody babying me."
"Such an infantile temper." Blondie snakes arms around mongrel's waist. "Come to bed."
"I'm not tired."
"You will be when I'm finished with you." Butterfly kisses.
Squirm. "I need a smoke." Fidgeting fingers.
Iason snatches lighter. Flings it over railing.
"Hey."
Stinging slap to rump. "Bedtime, pet."
Riki trudges into Great Hall. "Bastard."
Clandestine corridors. Ladybug lanterns. Oak doors. Majestic poster bed.
Mongrel is tossed like a ragdoll. Midnight blue satin sheets.
"Strip."
Averted eyes. "I want to keep my clothes on."
Syndicate Summer Ball. Svelte bodies. Provocative costumes. Whispering wraiths.
"Nonsense." Iason rips leather tank top. "I want to see every twitching muscle."
Ghastly glutton! Lumbering brute! Graceless mutt!
Riki shields his chest, his stomach.
"Why so coy?" Iason pins pet's hands above head. "Let me taste my teasing titbit."
