Page 36 of Sinful Lord

“What we have is nothing like what we had,” she clarifies.

“… Sorry for interrupting,” Manfred leans in. “But what exactly did you two have?”

“A partnership,” I smirk.

“But not like ours, Otto,” Yasha tries to recover. Her bejeweled hand falls on his thin shoulder then spreads down his back.

Immediately, his suspiciousness melts away. Hell, I’m pretty sure I see something in his pants move. Damn, this guy must be an easy mark. I’d bet Yasha hasn’t even had to sleep with him yet, and she’s probably using him for all he’s worth.

“I’m sure yours is a lot more fun,” I subtly prod.

“Oh, it will be. Soon, I’m told,” Manfred nods. Looking down at Yasha, he places his hand on her hip. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

“That’s right,” Yasha blushes, clearly embarrassed. “Some things are better when you wait.”

I can hardly hold back my laugh.

“Oh, you’ve been waiting?” I jab.

The sneer that twists Yasha’s face is so intense I worry all the plastic in it might melt away.

“I think Tytus and I need to speak alone,” she hisses. Pulling away from Otto’s loose grip, she goes to grab my arm. I don’t let her. Only one woman is allowed to touch me now. And she’s currently bedridden with a replica of my cock.

“I agree,” I say. “How about we talk business in that ballroom over there.”

Yasha follows my gaze down the hall towards the tall set of doors at the end of it.

“That works for me.”

“I hope I don’t catch you two dancing together,” Manfred intervenes, grinning at me like he’s ready to share some big secret. “Her first dance is promised to me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” I assure him.

“Let’s go!” Yasha has already started walking.

“Don’t be long, dear,” Manfred calls after her.

“Oh, you know I never am, darling,” she replies. I can hear the sarcasm in her tone, but I’m not sure Manfred even knows what that is.

“How embarrassing,” I mutter under my breath, easily catching up to Yasha.

“Oh, as you’ve never made sacrifices?”

“I guess you’re right,” I say, stepping ahead of her. “I was with you, after all.”

Grabbing the handle to the ballroom, I open the door and gesture her inside.

Now it’s Yasha’s turn to shoot me a death glare

“Watch yourself,” she warns.

But I’m not having it.

“Inside,” I command

Yasha huffs but still follows my orders. She knows better than to disobey me.

When the door clicks shut behind me, she whips around. “What do you want? Haven't I given you enough already?”