Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Monster
Dragon and I are sitting on the beach on the far side of the castle. In two days, my sister is marrying Prince Oliver—Roman’s brother. Unfortunately for me, my parents and brothers are coming too. They won’t arrive until the day of, but still… it’s enough to make my stomach tighten.
I haven’t talked to Helena much, since that nasty phone call. Queen Maria greeted us when we arrived, all grace and warmth, and then we were escorted straight to our room. The wedding itself is in Nice, France—they don’t actually live here—but family is staying at the castle.
Dragon and I sit facing each other, my legs draped over his. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, his touch soft, grounding. I giggle, unable to help it.
This is a nude beach, but we’re still dressed—for now. The sun is warm against my skin. I’ve got a wide hat shielding my face, sunglasses, and a black bikini. Dragon is in black board shorts. We’ve got a picnic spread out—food and drinks from a nearby restaurant. The waves crash softly against the white sand, the sound steady, calming.
His hand brushes along my face, sending a ripple of heat through me. He trails lower—my neck, my collarbone—then down over my breasts.
“Stop…” I moan, leaning back against the lounge chair.
He laughs, not stopping, dragging his hand lower, teasing me like he always does.
“There they are!” Gabby’s voice hits like a bucket of ice water.
I sit up fast, grabbing my hat before the breeze steals it. She’s dragging Roman behind her, both of them glowing—engagement announced just a week ago. Behind them come Helena, Oliver, Elena, Boriana, and Romeo.
And then I see them.
I squint past them—and there they are. The Pavlovs. All ten of them.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
And just when I think it can’t get worse—the Fedorov brothers show up too, with Elena, Sergey’s wife.
My stomach drops.
She’s pregnant. Very pregnant.
“What’s wrong?” Dragon asks.
“Not only are my sister and cousins closing in… so are the Pavlovs and the Fedorovs.” I pull my hat down over my face. “Sorry. There are about to be like five guys here I’ve slept with. They’re going to ruin our afternoon.”
“It’s fine, baby,” he says easily. “Which ones? Names—quick.”
“Roman—you met him at prom. Both Fedorov brothers. And Ivan and Dimitri Pavlov.”
Dragon bursts out laughing. “You’ve got a thing for brothers? I’m so glad I don’t have any.”
I smack his chest.
My sister and cousins drop down next to us. Roman winks at me—I ignore him. Helena turns her attention to Dragon, extending her hand. He doesn’t take it.
“How long have you been seeing my sister?” she asks.
I watch Alek, Sergey, and Elena settle on the other side of her group.
“Five months,” Dragon answers, flat. His eyes steady on mine.
“Oh, then she’s almost done with you.”
Alek snickers. Sergey smacks his shoulder.
I narrow my eyes. “I’d shut my fucking mouth if I were you. Oliver might end up with a toothless bride—but I’m sure he’d enjoy that more.” I turn to look at his ugly ass, gross.
Helena’s expression hardens.
“This is a nude beach, Elle,” she snaps.
I lean toward Dragon, biting my lip. “We need this barrier between us,” I whisper.
The Pavlovs settle on our other side, like they belong there.
And then Dragon reaches behind me—pulling at my bikini strings, undoing them, sliding the fabric off like it’s nothing.
Barrier gone.
Heat floods my body instantly.
His alarm goes off—time for his pills.
I lean back, reaching into my bag to grab them. His hands tighten on my waist as I hold the bottle.
“Do you have to take it?” I tease.
“Stop. You know I need it,” he says, softer.
I do know. It’s not a joke. It keeps his heart steady, keeps everything under control. Relaxed, so he doesn't pass out from being hard for too long. The pills help him stay soft longer, they are the exact opposite of viagra. I get to have him mornings and nights but not all the time. He never fails to satisfy me, no matter what.
I hand him the bottle. He takes one with a swig of beer, then reaches behind me to toss it back in my bag.
“I wouldn’t test her punch power if I were you, princess,” Alek says, smirking. “Soon she’ll be kicking my ass. Tosho won’t even let her fight girls anymore—she’s already taken out most of the smaller guys.”
Helena scoffs. I wish she’d try me.
“I’ve already seen a video of Elena dropping you, Alek,” Dimitri adds, leaning around us.
“That’s only because you taught her pressure points!” Alek shoots back, standing like he wants to fight.
“You’re just mad she listens to me better than you,” Dimitri says, grabbing a beer from Sal’s cooler.
“I guess they’re measuring dicks now,” I mutter, shrugging. “Baby, want to draw the line?”
I glance at Dragon—it’s his turn. His shorts. My fingers move under the waist band, reaching, trying to graze him.
He shakes his head slightly. He doesn’t want to.
“It’s fine if you don’t,” Roman teases. “We can’t all measure up.”
The Pavlovs crack up. Ivan mutters something under his breath—I don’t catch it.
I cup Dragon’s face, pulling him in. My lips brush his, then my tongue slips into his mouth, slow, deliberate. His hands grab my ass, pulling me closer. I bite his bottom lip, tugging it slightly.
“Shut them up, baby.”
He pulls back, stands.
“I guess it’s time to show you why I’m still here after five months.”
He drops his shorts.
I inhale sharply—because every single time I see him, it still feels like the first. My lips curl into a slow smile as I lean back into my chair. Enjoying the view.
Around us—chaos. Choking. Laughing. Stunned silence.
“What the fuck is that?” Jax laughs, slapping me a high-five.
“This is Monster,” Dragon says proudly. “I’m going for a swim—so you guys can talk about my cock.”
He leans down, brushing his thumb over the corner of my mouth before kissing me softly.
Then he walks away.
And I watch him—because damn.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh once he disappears into the water.
I don’t even bother looking around.
“Are you certified to ride that forklift?” Sal laughs.
“Oh, I am,” I shoot back.
Helena scoffs again.
“Don’t ask Gabby,” I warn, not even turning toward her. She always takes things too far.
“I bet it slides right into your slut ass,” Helena spits.
I roll onto my side, finally looking at her.
“Always a pleasure, Helena.”