Possessing the Princess

I was tempted to take it easy on her, but she had put her life in danger simply by coming to my club. If she’d gotten herself killed, I would never have had the chance to kiss her, taste her, explore her . . .

I pulled back just when she really started getting into the kiss, noting how her irises had shaded even darker.

With her acquiescent for a change, I scooped her into my arms, grabbed her bags, and strode to the bedroom.

Placing her luggage on a settee first, I crossed to the side of my massive bed. I lowered Roya slowly to her feet, following with another delving kiss meant to crumble all her resistance.

She only pressed me away when I began unzipping her skirt.

“What are you doing?” That black cascade of her hair gleamed in the low light, and she caught the skirt around her hips before it could slip to the floor.

A sinister smile curved at the corners of my lips. “Did you forget about the punishment?”

“I told you, I didn’t—”

Snatching her to me, I wrestled her hands away before freeing her skirt and letting it drop to her feet.

“Aris!” Her hands flew in small fists to my chest.

I grasped both wrists and drew them into the circle of my grip.

“This is indecent! You can’t do this to me.”

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, nibbling at the pulsating vein on her neck.

“How dare you?” Wriggling her shoulders, she tried to dislodge me.

I moved to the other side of her neck, licking up to her earlobe. “I dare pretty damn well. Are you?”

“At my age, what do you think?” she hissed.

“At your age, I’d say no. But knowing the restrictions you have to adhere to, I’m thinking it’s not outside the realm of possibilities.”

With those words circling between us, I marched her to the bed then pushed her onto it.

She jacked right back up, her hands attempting to cover the haven between her legs.

I’d been right about that white, crisscrossed top . . . it turned out to be a bodysuit that cut high on the swell of her hips. Beneath the material, a smudge of dark hair—a neat triangle—was visible above her pussy. And the white set off her creamy caramel skin to perfection. Then there was the black sheath on her thigh where she’d hidden her blade.

Setting my hands on her shoulders, I pushed her back down. I wanted to kiss her into submission, but I suspected her submission would be much harder to come by than that.

I intended to test that deep well of untapped sensuality then to drink from it until I’d been sated.

When she dropped back to the pillows, I dragged my palms down her body, from the sides of her breasts to the turn of her waist to the sleekness of her thighs. She kept her hands between her legs, but I saw her pulsing the heel of her palm against her pussy.

At the very least, she must’ve gotten herself off before. I’d sell what was left of my fucking soul to see that.

As I skimmed my hands down her legs, I asked in a deceptively silky tone, “Answer me, prinkípissa.”

Slipping off her pointy stilettoes, I massaged the arches of her feet then dipped my thumbs into her ankles.

Her moan skittered across the air. “I’m . . . embarrassed.”

I kissed the inside of one calf and murmured, “You don’t need to be with me.”

I wanted to lull her.

And then I wanted to spank her until her shouts of indignity rose into moans of desire.

My tongue traced a wandering trail up her inner thigh, and her fingers spasmed on her pussy.

She let out a whimper before lifting her head.

She remained otherwise still but her eyes shot coal-black fire. “Yes, damn you. Yes, I’m a virgin. I’ve never . . .”

Something new inside of me roared to primal life and, with a quick twist of my fingers, I unstrapped the knife sheath.

Then I moved on top of her, maintaining enough distance that no parts of our bodies touched.

Poised above her, I felt the muscles on my body tensing with the barest amount of control.

“I’m not going to force myself on you. I never have and don’t need to, Roya. But I am going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget when it comes to a man like me.”

“A murderer and a . . . a blackguard!” she hurled out.

“A blackguard?” Chuckling, I kneeled between her legs.

“Well, I’m not in the habit of swearing.” She huffed.

“No, I’m sure you’re not.” And I actually found it charming, especially after listening to the nonstop foul language Yas preferred more often than not.

I placed my hands on top of hers over her mound, and she gasped. As I dragged her hands away, she tried to pull from me, but I wouldn’t let her. I skimmed my palms up the insides of her arms until I held her hands, our fingers laced together, above her head.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Ssshh,” I whispered hoarsely near her ear, transferring both her wrists to one hand.

The only warning she had of my next move was the rattling sound of chains that I pulled from one side at the top of the bed.

She twisted her head and torso, but I kept her captive beneath my weight.

It only took a moment, and I had one of her dainty wrists manacled inside of a padded cuff, the chain binding her to my bed.

“What is this? Are you insane?”

I released her bound hand then quickly repeated the maneuver with her other wrist.

Prowling from the bed, I tightened the chains until her arms stretched up and out in a wide V. “Actually, I think I’m pretty damn creative.”

Her chest heaved and her hair flicked around and she yanked, yanked, yanked, but she’d find no escape. Not until I decided to let her go.

“You’re evil! This is inhumane! I’m a damn royal princess!”