The Queen. Tiffany Reisz

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СКАЧАТЬ her senior and when he died, he left her a wealthy widow with a villa in Tuscany. And if any of that is true, I’ll eat my vest.”

      “You think she’s lying?”

      “I do but I have no proof of it. She’s careful. Even wears gloves all the time so no one can get her fingerprints. When in the city she stays in a hotel under an assumed name and pays in cash. That level of paranoia and fear makes me suspicious. But her story makes for wonderful marketing. Her English is flawless, not a trace of an accent, but she also speaks Japanese flawlessly with no trace of an accent. She’s well educated and intelligent. She’s also mysterious, seductive, painfully beautiful and terribly cruel. Men throw themselves at her. There are rumors she secretly tapes her sessions so that if a client wishes to leave her, he either pays her a huge sum of money for the tapes or he stays with her. Most of them stay.”

      Kingsley snapped the book shut and placed it back on his shelf.

      “Have you tried sleeping with her?” Elle asked. Knowing Kingsley as she knew him, it wasn’t an unreasonable question.

      “No,” he said. “I haven’t met her yet.”

      “Is she good?”

      “Very good from what I hear.”

      For Kingsley to call a domme good was quite a compliment. The man could take more pain and wanted more pain than anyone she’d ever known in the scene.

      “But...”

      “But what?” Elle asked. Kingsley took her chin in hand and tilted her face up to him. He smiled.

      “You’ll be better.”

      “Will I be better than him?”

      “No one is better than he is at sadism,” Kingsley said. “But...”

      “But?”

      “You’ll be a close second. Considering you’re untrained, and he’s been studying pain since he was born, there’s a very good chance you could put even him on his knees.”

      “I don’t ever want to see him again, on his knees or off.”

      “You say that now.”

      “I’ll say that tomorrow, too.”

      “Very well. I will respect that. For now. He’s not my favorite person either, nor am I his. But ours is a small world. You can’t avoid him forever.”

      “Have you seen him?”

      “I have.”

      “How is he?” she asked.

      “Not the question someone usually asks about someone she hates.”

      “I want to know he’s hurting.”

      “Then you’ll be happy to hear he is.”

      “Good,” she said. That made her happy. So happy. So fucking happy she wanted to cry. “He’s still a priest, isn’t he?”

      “He is.”

      “I was afraid he’d leave the church.”

      “He didn’t.”

      “That’s good then.” She exhaled a breath she’d been holding for over a year. “He... Whatever his faults, he’s a good priest, isn’t he?”

      Kingsley put his hands on her shoulders.

      “Yes, he’s a very good priest.”

      “I’m glad I left, then. He...he would have regretted leaving the Jesuits for me. I know him. It was good I left him if he’s still a priest.”

      She knew she was speaking to convince herself, not Kingsley.

      “This life I’m offering you isn’t easy money, Elle. The things dominatrixes do with their clients? Not even the priest would dream of some of it. It will be hard work. You’ll be tempted to return to him. Better to face that temptation head-on instead of running and hiding from it. Tu comprends?”

      “Je comprends.” He was right although she hated to admit it. No way could she avoid Søren forever.

      “Don’t be afraid. You won’t have to see him right away. He doesn’t know you’ve returned. No one outside this house does, and Calliope and Juliette will keep the secret.”

      “What’s the plan? How do we ‘depose’ this Milady of yours?”

      “In six weeks’ time, there will be a party at The 8th Circle. The summer solstice party—the Midsummer Night’s Fling. Everyone will be there. I will let it be known that I have a new domina who will make her debut that night. I will warn the world that she is the most dangerous, most sadistic and most beautiful domme they’ve ever seen. A domme who will put the great Milady in the shade. She will come, of course. If she doesn’t, she’ll be seen as a coward.”

      “Six weeks? You think I’ll be ready in six weeks?”

      “We’ll start your training tomorrow. I’ll work on a plan of attack, and we’ll build your dungeon.”

      “I get my own dungeon? At the club? Seriously?”

      “You will have the best dungeon in the house.”

      Elle couldn’t repress a grin at that thought. Her own dungeon—she’d dreamed of such a thing but never spoke that fantasy aloud. That alone would be worth all the work Kingsley would demand of her.

      “Okay. Six weeks. Milady shows up to this party. Everybody’s there. I turn up. And then what?”

      Kingsley looked at her without smiling and the look on his face both scared and excited her.

      “Then you will do what you do best.”

      “What is that?” she asked.

      “Hurt men.”

      Elle laughed, her first real laugh since she’d set foot in this house.

      “Hurt men? With pleasure,” she said. “Theirs and mine.”

      “And mine,” Kingsley said and he knelt on the floor at her feet, sitting between her knees. He cupped her face with his hands and brought her mouth to his. A kiss... The very last thing she expected him to do was kiss her. And not a simple, benign, friendly kiss between ex-lovers greeting each other after a year living separate lives. No, this was a kiss that meant something. His lips pushed hers apart, his tongue slipped between her teeth, his thumbs brushed her cheeks. She returned the kiss, pushing close to him so that her legs wrapped around his back and her hands found their way to his hair. She dug her fingers into the soft dark waves and pulled, tilting his chin up, taking control of the kiss.

      “I’m glad you came back,” Kingsley said between kisses, his voice low and intimate, his French accent thick and his erection pressing against her thigh.

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