by Katee Robert
Wicked Villains Shorts
Katee Robert
Trinkets and Tales LLC
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Also by Katee Robert
Wicked Villains
Book 1: Desperate Measures
Book 2: Learn My Lesson
Book 3: A Worthy Opponent
Book 4: The Beast
Book 5: The Sea Witch
Book 6: Queen Takes Rose
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A Touch of Taboo
Book 1: Your Dad Will Do
Book 2: Gifting Me To His Best Friend
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The Island of Ys
Book 1: His Forbidden Desire
Book 2: Her Rival’s Touch
Book 3: His Tormented Heart
Book 4: Her Vengeful Embrace
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The Thalanian Dynasty Series (MMF)
Book 1: Theirs for the Night
Book 2: Forever Theirs
Book 3: Theirs Ever After
Book 4: Their Second Chance
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The Kings Series
Book 1: The Last King
Book 2: The Fearless King
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The Hidden Sins Series
Book 1: The Devil’s Daughter
Book 2: The Hunting Grounds
Book 3: The Surviving Girls
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The Make Me Series
Book 1: Make Me Want
Book 2: Make Me Crave
Book 3: Make Me Yours
Book 4: Make Me Need
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The O’Malley Series
Book 1: The Marriage Contract
Book 2: The Wedding Pact
Book 3: An Indecent Proposal
Book 4: Forbidden Promises
Book 5: Undercover Attraction
Book 6: The Bastard’s Bargain
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The Hot in Hollywood Series
Book 1: Ties that Bind
Book 2: Animal Attraction
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The Foolproof Love Series
Book 1: A Foolproof Love
Book 2: Fool Me Once
Book 3: A Fool for You
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Out of Uniform Series
Book 1: In Bed with Mr. Wrong
Book 1.5: His to Keep
Book 2: Falling for His Best Friend
Book 3: His Lover to Protect
Book 3.5: His to Take
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Serve Series
Book 1: Mistaken by Fate
Book 2: Betting on Fate
Book 3: Protecting Fate
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Come Undone Series
Book 1: Wrong Bed, Right Guy
Book 2: Chasing Mrs. Right
Book 3: Two Wrongs, One Right
Book 3.5: Seducing Mr. Right
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Other Books
Seducing the Bridesmaid
Meeting His Match
Prom Queen
The Siren’s Curse
Contents
1. Meg’s Apology
2. Jasmine’s Winter Solstice
3. A Proposal
4. Going Public, Part 1
5. Going Public, Part 2
6. Tink’s Punishment
7. Rough Day
8. The Baby Talk
9. Valentine’s Day in the Underworld
10. A Beastly Wedding
11. Sparring
12. Seven Minutes in Heaven
13. Ladies’ Night in Carver City
14. Honey, We’re Home
15. Hercules’s Apology
16. Late Night Conversations
About the Author
1
Meg’s Apology
Jasmine
“Jasmine.”
I look up from the paperwork I’ve spent the last hour wading through. At this point, any interruption is a welcome one, if only to give me a break. Unsurprising to all, my father didn’t keep the best of records. If it wasn’t for Jafar’s ambition—and organization skills—the whole feat would have been an impossible one.
As it is, I’m tired and irritable and all too happy to see Jafar walk through the door of the room I’ve converted to a study. I run my fingers through my hair and rise to meet him. “You look happy.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
My heart stutters and I examine his face. “A surprise.” The last time he surprised me, I ended up with three cocks inside me at the same time. The memory of that heats my skin and it must linger in my eyes as well from the way Jafar’s gaze narrows on me.
He slides his hands into his pockets, a sure sign that I’m about to end up on my knees. “If you’d like a repeat of that night, all you have to do is ask.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to do exactly that. As much as I love my new role running my father’s business during the day, I love my nights with Jafar just as much.
But it’s not night at the moment, and unfortunately, I have far too much work to do before I can leave the study. “Soon.”
Jafar watches me for a few moments, and it takes everything I have to hold still, to let him look despite every instinct screaming for me to run. I know how that ends. I love how that ends. I force an annoyed sigh that I don’t feel. “You said you had a surprise. I still have to finish wading through the order shipments from last quarter.”
“You could have someone else do it.”
I give him the look that deserves. When it comes right down to it, he doesn’t delegate any better than I do. There are numbers off with the shipments, and while some of the responsibility for that sits at Jafar’s feet, I don’t think all of it does. I refuse to be as lax as my father was—or as heartless. “Jafar, can this wait until tonight?”
“No.” He reaches for the door. “Unfortunately, we’re on a time limit and she has somewhere to be tonight.”
She.
The door opens and there she is. Meg. Today she’d dressed in a leopard jumpsuit that shouldn’t work, but most definitely does. Then again, I don’t think there’s a single thing Meg could clothe herself with that wouldn’t have me licking my lips. The woman’s magnetism defies description.
She steps into the room and carefully closes the door behind her. I should say something, should do something, should stop staring and shake off this spell she weaves over me just by existing in the same room. I can’t quite manage it. Meg studies me with a small smile pulling at her lips. “Power suits you. I knew it would.”
That unsticks me. “You didn’t know a single damn thing. You gave me to Ali.”
She shrugs. “He made a deal. Hades holds my leash, baby girl. Something as simple as friendship doesn’t hold a candle.”
“Are we friends?” I hate that the question slips free, but it’s too late. It floats in the space between us.
She tilts her head to the side. “We could be. In time.”
Time for me to forgive. I’m not there yet. I don’t care how things turned out, how I handled the situation to land on my feet. She
didn’t know that would happen when she handed me over. Hades didn’t know it would happen, either. I doubt he cared one way or another what happened once his side of the deal with fulfilled. “Does he know you’re here?”
“Probably.” She shrugs a single shoulder. “My tether is long enough when he’s in the mood to be generous.”
I still can’t really wrap my mind around their relationship, which is likely hypocritical. After all, Jafar and I are hardly traditional in any sense of the word. I look to him, trying to understand what he wants to accomplish with this visit. He, even more than I, holds a grudge against what they did. Against what could have happened to me before he got there.
He seems content to let this play out. His relaxed posture is a lie, though. I know him well enough to read the tension in the line of his shoulders and the coldness in his dark eyes as he watches her. If Meg makes one wrong move, he’ll haul her out of here. I frown. “If you didn’t want her here, why is she my surprise?”
Jafar cuts a look in my direction. “She’s not your surprise.” Now Meg gets a sharp look. “You don’t normally play errand girl.”
“I do when the situation calls for it.” Under his stare, she wilts the tiniest bit. It lasts for a single breath, too short for me to have noticed if I wasn’t watching so closely. Then she lifts her chin, once again standing on solid ground. “I’m here to apologize.”
“You’re not forgiven,” Jafar says.
I fold my arms over my chest and glare. “I can speak for myself, at least in this.”
“Would you like me to detail all the harm that could have befallen you in Ali’s tender care? I’m more than capable of it, Jasmine. You didn’t see the worst he had to offer, and it’s a fucking miracle that you are responsible for. They couldn’t have known you would be able to protect yourself.” He flings a hand in Meg’s direction.
“He’s right,” she says. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I don’t expect it, but I’m apologizing all the same.”
I’m not ready to forgive.
That’s the truth of it. Even if Hades holds Meg’s leash, literally or otherwise, she still made a choice to betray me, and it’s not something I’ll get over anytime soon. And yet… I walk around my desk and lean against it, putting us all on more equal footing. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.” She actually seems like she means it, which is more than I expected. I know better than to trust this contriteness, though. People are more than capable of lying with both their words and their bodies. I’m more than capable of it. Meg walks forward and sinks gracefully to her knees in front of me. She gives me a surprisingly sweet smile. “I had fun with you, Jasmine.”
My throat suddenly feels too dry. “I had fun with you, too.” All too easy to imagine her inching closer and pushing my skirt up and… I give myself a mental shake. She’s not here for that, no matter what position she holds at the moment.
Jafar stalks over and leans again the desk next to me. He doesn’t quite touch me, but he doesn’t have to. His presence grounds me, allowing me to draw in a full breath. He looks down at Meg. “Interesting way of delivery.”
“What can I say? I’m a showman at heart.” She pulls a large square black velvet box out of her purse and holds up in with both hands. “Your surprise, Jasmine.” She opens it and my heart stops.
It’s a diamond necklace.
Its design is deceptively simple, a single row of diamonds that meet in the middle with a tail that drapes down to a large ruby at the end of it. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Do you like it?”
I turn to look at Jafar, frowning at the strange note in his voice. No nerves show on his face, but that earlier tension is back. It’s almost as if he’s…holding his breath. I focus back on the necklace and the truth rolls over me. It’s not a necklace. It’s a collar.
Not quite a ring, no, but something akin to it. A claim of permanent long-term ownership. Everyone in the Underworld knows that Jafar owns me, that I belong to him and him alone. This is different. People come together and part in the Underworld and then move back into the world without strings attached.
This marks me as Jafar’s for people like us, people who will know what it means, outside the club. In public.
“Would you like to put it on?” So careful, my love. Watching me so closely. There are times when he’s all too happy to steamroll me—when I’m all too happy to be steamrolled—but this doesn’t number among them. This is a step, a serious step, one to be made with eyes wide open.
I should probably make him wait, but I can’t quite manage to play that game. “Yes, Daddy.”
He picks it up, his gaze not straying from my face, and settles it over my head. The necklace is on a slip knot type thing, and once he adjusts it, he pauses, holding the tail. The ruby shines in his palm and then he releases it to allow it to rest between my breasts. Even though I know it’s actually room temperature, I can’t help feeling like I’ve been branded by this necklace. By his touch.
“Get out, Meg.”
She rises gracefully to her feet. “Enjoy.”
I don’t take my eyes from Jafar as Meg leaves the room and closes the door softly behind her. He uses two fingers to lift my chin and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “You like it.”
“I love it.” I nip his thumb and am rewarded by heat flaring in his dark eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I want to see you in nothing but the collar.”
Another day, I’d push him, mouth off, make him force me. I don’t want to play that game today. I step back and unbutton my shirt. My skirt, bra, and panties follow it to the floor in quick succession, until I stand before him naked but for the collar. I’ve never felt more powerful than in that moment when his breath catches the tiniest bit. He’s just as affected as I am by this. Day or night, we’re equals now in a way we never quite managed before.
We have a future now.
I hold his gaze as I sink to my knees, a silent acknowledgement that I choose this again and again. That I will continue to do so. That I choose him.
Jafar regards me for a long moment, the silence filled with countless possibilities. I can see the exact moment he settles on one. He bends down and catches me under my arms, hauling me to my feet. “You should let Meg make it up to you.”
“I’ll forgive her when I’m ready,” I snap. He can dictate so many things in our private lives, but not this. “And I don’t know why you’re bothering to advocate on her behalf. You’re even more furious at her than I am.”
“Yes, I am.” He considers me for a long moment. “Don’t move.”
“Jafar—” It’s too late. He’s gone, disappearing through the door and leaving me standing in my study wearing nothing but my collar. I want to storm after him, to tell him that I don’t need him controlling this the same way he controls so much else. But part of me wants to know what his plans are.
He doesn’t make me wait long. Two minutes later, he walks back into the room with Meg on his heels. Jafar snaps his fingers at her. “Kneel.”
I expect her to snap back. The only other time we did this, Meg was definitely in a dominant position, despite Jafar holding the reins. She doesn’t, though. She simply obeys. Only then does Jafar move to the chaise lounge chair I have positioned in front of the large windows overlooking the terrace garden. It’s one of my favorite features of this study. He sinks onto the chaise and crooks his fingers at me. “Come here, baby girl.”
I skirt around Meg and walk to him. He positions me next to him and drapes an arm over the back of the chaise, giving all the appearance of being at ease. “You have penance to enact, Megaera.”
“Yes.” She doesn’t lift her eyes.
For the first time, I wonder if she’s truly as sorry as she said she was. If maybe she’s just as caught up in this mess as everyone else is. Is she innocent? Not by a long shot. But we all operate in cages, whether they’re of our own making or someone else’s. Perha
ps she really did feel the same connection I did. Something more than friendship, but significantly less than what I feel for Jafar.
He twines a lock of my hair around his finger. “You know how to make it up to her.”
“I do.” She crawls to me. It’s not like last time, where she was all power and predatory lines. Meg crawls to me like a true submissive. Graceful, yes, but it’s not the same at all. I don’t know how to feel about this.
Jafar doesn’t give me a chance to consider it. He hitches one of my legs over his lap, opening me for her. “Make it good, Meg. This is the first of many. You can’t earn her forgiveness, but you can certainly weigh the balance in your favor.”
I shoot him a sharp look. “You can’t negotiate that on my behalf.”
“No, I can’t.” He brings one of my hands to his mouth and kisses my knuckles, devastatingly gentle. “But if I want to see you come on Meg’s face, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, baby girl.”
“I—” The first drag of Meg’s tongue steals my words. I melt back against Jafar, letting his strength steady me as Meg grips my thighs and licks my pussy as if she can find the penance she’s looking for there. As if she truly can earn it.
Jafar shifts, sliding one arm behind my back so he can hold me. He pinches my nipple, the sharp pain making me gasp. “You’re teasing her, Meg.” The censor in his tone makes me shake in the most delicious way possible. Jafar reaches down with his free hand and laces his fingers through her mass of dark hair. “Lick her here.” He guides her up to my clit. “Stop fucking around.”
